world.

Just think, in the summer time, how animals suffer, poor things.
But I cannot do a thing. I just have to see and hear about it.

Now there goes a horse-car driver whipping his horse, and here's
a man pulling the reins so the poor creature's head is bent way
back and his lip bleeding. I do beg you to write something in
your paper about it, but don't say who told you to, for all the
children whom I know that get your paper would laugh at me; but
if you don't tell them they will think it all right. I'll tell
you what to write: just something to ask them to be good to
animals; and tell them some of the sufferings of animals.

I don't know what to say now, so good-by.

Your friend,


DEAR LITTLE FRIEND:

We could not resist the temptation to publish your letter, though we have
not put your name to it, and so no one will guess that it comes from you.
Dear child, your gentle plea for dumb animals will do far more to make
thoughtless people care for them than any words of ours.

But we will do our best to help you, and will try to have the article you
ask for written.

There is a Society in New York for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals,