Dear Pansy:

I would like to become a member of the P. S. I am a little girl seven years old. My mamma is an invalid and I am hands and feet for her as she sits in her invalid chair. I have a brother and sister in Heaven.

My little sister Nellie was four years and a half old when she died. She would have made a good member of the P. S., for mamma says she took for her motto in everything, “For Jesus’ sake.” One day, before she was sick, she said to mamma, “Me do love Jesus so much, mamma, me want to go see Him, and sing praise to Him.” Then she would hold out her little arms, as though she was reaching up to some one, and ask mamma when she thought God would send for her. One morning after looking at a sunrise, she said, “Mamma, it looks like the golden streets of Heaven.” I wanted to write to you about this little sister, for I thought she would have made such a dear little Pansy. Now she is a Blossom in God’s garden.

I live on a farm, but it is right by a little village. I play with lambs, and ducks, and calves. My chickens follow me around and get under my feet sometimes, so I can scarcely walk. I can pick them up and pat them, any time. I wish to overcome two bad habits: selfishness and whining. I had a gold ring to help me keep from whining; I had it last fall, and it cured me until this spring; then the habit come back so bad I had to give mamma the ring. Now I am going to try what the badge and motto will do. I’ve tried the motto before, and it always helped. But someway, dear Pansy, I do not always keep hold of the Help. Mamma says she thinks it might do grown people good to belong to a Pansy Society. We have a great many of your books in our home. Mamma gets a new one every year; we lend them to people to read. I hope I have not tired you with my letter.

Yours, truly and lovingly,
Blanche Perkins.

Dear Pansy:

We are two little brothers away down in Va. We have taken The Pansy for four years. We like it more and more, and we love you very much. We have two bad habits. We don’t keep things in place and we dispute with each other. We found a bumblebee’s house in a part of an old barn. It had fifteen apartments and two ways of entering them. The doors were little round caps which looked something like stiff, dark brown paper. Our love for you and all the Blossoms.

Your little Pansies,
Davis Wilson.
R. P. Wilson.

Dear Pansy:

The boys in our society are making banners and books for the children in the hospital. The girls are sewing dresses for the little orphans who are found; they have hardly any clothes to cover them when they are found. Our Sunday-school teacher has taken a great deal of interest in our society. She has given us twenty-three books, and a great many cards. We have learned a good many missionary hymns from the cards. We have a library of sixty-three books; and a friend is going to give us some more. We meet every Saturday at my house; we are going to use our money to help provide schools for little colored children. There are about thirty members of our society. We all want to see you; we wish you would come and visit us. We will be much obliged to see you any Saturday between half-past two and half-past five. I must bid you good-by.

Your faithful friend,
Milly.

Dear Pansy:

I would like to join the P. S. And I will try to overcome the habit of talking back. I am afraid I will have hard work and will need much help. I have taken The Pansy for four years, and I like it ever so much. I like “Reaching Out” the best of all. Mother thinks “Hedge Fence” was the best, for boys. I have been in school for two winters. I am nine years old. I belong to a Bible class.

With a little of grandma’s help, I got ten new subscribers for The Pansy. When you go West, won’t you stop off and make us a visit? Because you would find lots of friends here. There are four of us in this family, grandma, papa, mamma, and I. And we will all be glad to see you. We all feel acquainted with you, because we have two of your pictures, and lots of your books.

Mamma says if I am a Pansy I must be a bronze one. Can you guess why? Some time I will tell you “Where I Went and What I Saw,” in a summer trip; but this summer I am to be one of the “stay at homes.”

Your friend,
Kimball Greenough.

Dear Pansy:

In “Where I Went, and What I Saw,” you once told about some Bible verses, the first letters of which would spell “Our Sabbath School.”

I thought I would find some like them:—

Arthur W. Fisher.

Dear Pansy:

I am trying to overcome my habits very hard. My great fault is to get mad so easy. And sometimes I pout when I get mad. I go off by myself, often, and ask the Lord to help me to quit such a habit. Please help me to overcome such a fault. Now my little sister Pixie wants to belong to our Band. Her fault is selfishness; she thinks she ought to have everything that is pretty. She tries to tear my Pansies every time she gets them. Still, she loves to read them. Mamma and I think they are ever so nice. I won’t let Pixie have my Pansies because I want to keep them nice; she says mamma ought to subscribe for her. I hope she will grow better as she grows older; she is very young. Now my brother Tippie, he wants to join us; he is so contrary, he don’t know what to do. But mamma says he isn’t contrary with anybody but Pixie and me. Please let me have a letter of my own from you.

I am your little eight-year-old
Cherokee Blossom.

Dear Pansy:

I like our magazine very much. I am eleven years old. I recited a piece at school that I learned from The Pansy. It was very much liked. I am going to have my magazines bound. I like the story “My Brainless Acquaintance” almost better than anything else. My little sister enjoys the pictures. I thought the last number was never going to come! Don’t you think a month is a long time to wait? Good-by.

Florence Robinson.