BY FANNY FERN.
"WILL I write a sketch of Gail Hamilton?" Will I touch off a Parrott gun? I thought, and will it "kick" if I do? However, I ventured to send the following missive:--
"MY DEAR MISS DODGE, OTHERWISE GAIL HLMILTON: -- A book is in prospect. Many of our well-known literary people are to write for it. Its title is to be 'Eminent Women of the Time.' You and I are to be in it. I am to do you. Who is to serve me up, the gods only know. Will you be good enougth to inform me at your earliest convenience, when and where you cut your first tooth, whether you had the measles before the mumps, or the mumps before the measles; also, any other interesting items about yourself.
"Writing about you will be a labor of love with me; for although a stranger to you, save through your writings, I rejoice every day in your existence.
"Please send an early answer.
"Yours, etc., "FANNY FERN."
In a few days I received the following reply: --
"MY DEAR MRS. FERN: -- The coolness of you New Yorkers is astonishing. You are about to burn me at the