I am a little boy, nine years old. I live in London, and go to an elementary school in the morning, and in the afternoon I am taught to read and write at a night school, which I like very much. I am fond of books, and read as many as I can get hold of. I am also fond of gardening, and have a little plot of ground at home, which I cultivate in spare hours. I like to assist at house-cleaning times, and am very proud when I am allowed to wash the steps. I am a great lover of animals, and have a pig of my own, which I feed daily. In summer I go to see the wild beasts at the Zoological Gardens, and, in winter, I delight to glance over the pictures in