look very closely at my lips, and so learn to tell what I am saying.
Some of them have very sweet and pleasant voices, the sound of which
they have never heard in all their lives.

And now let me say that I hope you will learn the finger-alphabet; so
that, if you visit any of my little pupils, you can talk to them.

If you ask them, they will spell very slowly,--how fast they _can_
spell!--so that you can read what they say. Perhaps you can get "The
Nursery" to print the alphabet for you.

S.A.E.

ROCHESTER, N.Y., March, 1880.




A DAY ON GRANDPA'S FARM.

[Illustration: A Day on Grandpa's Farm]


"Arlington!" cried the conductor, as the train stopped at a little
station in Central Wisconsin. We got out of the car just in time to see
grandpa driving up in his big double wagon.

We climbed in, and grandpa said, "Get up, Bill! Go along, Jip!" and
away we started for the farm.