"A letter for Miss Bella Curtis; two cents!" bawled the postman. He was in a hurry this time, and Bella had to run so fast for the money, that it was quite a wonder that she did not get She began to feel as if she was quite a big woman, to be giving the postman so much business to do; and she carried her new letter in great state to her sister, and listened to the reading of it with all her heart and both her ears. It began thus: "Savannah. "Dear, Darling Bella: "I was perfectly delighted with your funny little letter, telling me all the news about your party, and dolly, and Kitty. "I am now in Savannah. It is a most beautiful city, and the people in it are very good and kind. The evening before I left Charleston, a lady came to see me, bringing with her a "Then I drew him a picture of the wolf in a bob-tailed coat, talking to Little Red Ridinghood in the wood; and I made "He looked at them very much pleased, and said: 'But—say—I "I laughed, for I saw that he wanted them all himself, and yet loved his little brother so much that he wanted to give them to him, so I said: 'If you will kiss me and call me "Aunt Fanny," I will make some for him, too.' "Then he put his arms round my neck, and kissed me so hard, that it made his dear little nose "There are two beautiful little children in this house, who are twins, because they came into this world at the very same time. They are each six years old—a boy and a girl. "I asked Richard where he "Then his mamma said: 'Richard, sing "Morning's ruddy beams, in the Eastern sky,"' and he shouted out— "'Morning's ready beams Eascum eascum skri,' then stopped, and giving one eye a queer little twist, said: "The next morning we had flannel cakes for breakfast. Really, and truly, they are made of eggs, milk, and flour; "'Why, no, you goose,' said Richard, 'they are made of flannel flour.' "I could not help laughing when he called me a goose; but his mother said he was very naughty; and then he ran "I have a very curious snake-skin to show you when I return. Edward, Richard's big brother, found it in the "Yesterday a beautiful little mulatto girl came to see me, and brought me, from her mistress, a basket full of splendid flowers. She was about five years old. A great black man with his head covered with "'My name Georgia, and I can tell you a story. It is about Blue Man's Beard.' "'Oh,' said I, 'I would like to hear that very much indeed.' "Then she put one little fat hand over the other, drew a long breath, and began: 'Blue Man's Beard, he dreffel cross, I tell you; and he say to he sister, "Now, don't you go in de rooms; you hear?" and she say, "No, neber;" but she tell story, and go; and oh, my! she drop de key, and de key he cum all over wid blood, and "'Oh,' said I, 'how glad I am! Aren't you glad?' "'Ah, no,' she replied, 'I don't want any body to be "The other night I felt quite ill, and the dear friend with whom I am staying sent Hannah, "'Oh dear, no, Hannah, I cannot let you bathe my feet; I always do that for myself.' "'Oh do, please missis; I ain't got noting to do. I like to wash um.' "'But, Hannah, I shall feel very funny to have you poking at my toes.' "'Now missis, do,' said Hannah, in a coaxing tone; 'I'll do um fust rate.' "Her eyes looked so big, and she made such a queer face at me, that I turned round to laugh; when I looked back she was standing at the long glass making courtesies to herself; then she turned round, "Then I said: 'Hannah, do you really want to bathe my feet?' "''Strue as you live, missis.' "'Would you like me to read to you?' "'Oh do, missis! tank you.' "'Well, then, you may, and I will read Little Susy's Six Birthdays to you.' "That seemed to be a most delightful idea—and she pulled off my boots and stockings in a great hurry, and lifted my feet into the water, and passed her hands so gently over my ankles that it really seemed to do me good; but when she poked between my toes, she tickled me so dreadfully that I squealed, "But she liked the book very much, and her great black eyes were full of love and gratitude as she thanked me; and I thanked her, and gave her a penny; but she liked my thanking her better than the penny. "I have bought you a pretty little green parasol; and I love you, oh! so dearly! you precious little roly-poly tweedle-de "Mother." How Bella laughed at the love-names, and how happy they made her, is more than I can describe; but she cuddled up to Edith, and whispered: "Dear little mamma," and that was all she said. The next day was Sunday. Bella was old enough to go to church, and she behaved very well. Just before they went in, her father said: "Bella, there will be a collection taken up to-day, and here is a nice new penny for you to put in the plate." "What plate, papa?" "Why, the plate for the Bella had never put any money in the plate before, and she was quite pleased. When they were seated in their pew in the middle aisle, a little bit of a boy wanted to come in, because his papa's pew was quite crowded. His name was Eddie; and he knew Bella very well. So in he came, and Presently, Bella whispered: "Look, Eddie, look at my new penny. I am going to put it in the plate for the poor peoples." "Why, I've got a penny, too, most as bright as yours; but where is the plate?" They looked all over the church, and at last spied the plates on the table. "When will we put it in?" said Bella. "Why, now; let's go now," said Eddie. "Why, of course," said Bella. Then, before her father could stop her, she opened the pew door, and stepped out with Eddie, and hand in hand the two little children marched gravely up the aisle, to the table under the pulpit; and standing on tiptoe, put their They did not know that they were doing what would make everybody look at them in astonishment. No, indeed! they were in a hurry to help the poor people; and I think everybody in the church understood it, and looked with loving eyes upon the little ones. The next day Bella told her papa what to say, and he wrote her mother this letter: "Dear, Darling Mamma: "Yesterday I gave the poor peoples a penny in church. So did Eddie. We went together and put it in the plate. Aren't you glad, the poor peoples have so much money? I am. "Sister Edith showed me such a 'lightful play. She did 'Grandmamma's sick, And is going to die, And nothing will cure her But a turn-over pie;' and then I go tumbledy over backward on the sofa so nice! Don't you wish you could play it? "Georgia told the story the wrong way; it was Blue Beard's wife, not his sister. Of course it was! She is a funny girl. I wish she would come and play with me. "O dear, darling mamma! when will you come? I want you so bad. I hope you are most well this day. Can you bring me a kitten? Please do; and put it in a piece of paper, and tie it up tight, so it won't "How funny for Hannah to tickle your toes! My toes make me squeal, too, when they are washed; and—and—I don't know any more, papa." So this letter was finished—and Bella's mother thought this and the others were lovely letters—and I should not be surprised if she keeps them as long as she lives. 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