The Drum Beat/Number 10/Little Girl's Letter
LITTLE GIRL'S LETTER.
South Brooklyn, Tuesday, March 1.
Dear Mr. Drum-Beat:
Did you know that I was at the Fair the other night? but I suppose I was so little you could not see me. O dear! wasn't it crowded! Don't you think, I never saw anything except Mr. Beecher? To be sure he looked so good-natured he was almost worth going to see; but I did want to look at one of those sweet baby-houses so much, but the big folks pushed and crowded, and I got tired and sleepy, so I had to come home. Wasn't it too bad? And the other little girls and boys on our block said it was just the same way with them; and we talked all over, and we thought we would have a Fair—a real true Fair—all by ourselves. So we went to work (you must know we are only little bits of girls,) and on Saturday we had the Fair. We did have such fun, and the rooms were so crowded we could hardly move. We thought we should have to close the ticket-office, but we didn't; and only think, we made $16.63!. Now, we want to know if you can't send it to the big Fair? And if you will take it, it will make us very happy to think we can do something for the poor soldiers.
From a Little Five-Year-Old.
Send it along, Pet! and send your photograph with it! to be tucked away in that nicest corner of the Editor's album, where he always finds dimples, and smiles, and sunbeam faces.—Ed.