Read Online Letters From a Cat: Published by Her Mistress for the Benefit of All Cats and the Amusement of Little Children by Ledyard Addie, Helen Hunt 1830-1885 Jackson - Free Book Online
Authors: Ledyard Addie, Helen Hunt 1830-1885 Jackson
INTRODUCTION.
DEAR CHILDREN :
DO not feel wholly sure that my Pussy wrote these letters herself. They al ways came inside the letters written to me by my mamma, or other friends, and I never caught Pussy writing at any time when I was at home; but the printing
INTRODUCTION.
was pretty bad, and they were signed by Pussy's name; and my mamma always looked very mysterious when I asked about them, as if there were some very great secret about it all ; so that until I grew to be a big girl, I never doubted but that Pussy printed them all alone by herself, after dark.
They were written when I was a very little girl, and was away from home with my father on a journey. We made this journey in our own carriage, and it was one of the pleasantest things that ever happened to me. My clothes and my father's were packed in a little leather valise which was hung by straps under-
INTRODUCTION.
neath the carriage, and went swinging, swinging, back and forth, as the wheels went round. My father and I used to walk up all the steep hills, because old Charley, our horse, was not very strong ; and I kept my eyes on that valise all the while I was walking behind the car riage ; it seemed to me the most unsafe way to carry a valise, and I wished very much that my best dress had been put in a bundle that I could carry in my lap. This was the only drawback on the pleas ure of my journey, — my fear that the valise would fall off when we did not know it, and be left in the road, and then I should not have anything nice to wear when I
INTRODUCTION.
reached my aunt's house. But the valise went through all safe, and I had the sat isfaction of wearing my best dress every afternoon while I stayed; and I was foolish enough to think a great deal of this.
On the fourth day after our arrival came a letter from my mamma, giving me a great many directions how to behave, and enclosing this first letter from Pussy. I carried both letters in my apron pocket all the time. They were the first letters I ever had received, and I was very proud of them. I showed them to everybody, and everybody laughed hard at Pussy's, and asked me if I believed that Pussy printed it herself. I thought perhaps my
INTRODUCTION.
mamma held her paw, with the pen in it, as she had sometimes held my hand for me, and guided my pen to write a few words. I asked papa to please to ask mamma, in his letter, if that were the way Pussy did it; but when his next letter from mamma came, he read me this sen tence out of it: " Tell Helen I did not hold Pussy's paw to write that letter." So then I felt sure Pussy did it herself; and as I told you, I had grown up to be quite a big girl before I began to doubt it. You see I thought my Pussy such a wonderful Pussy that nothing was too re markable for her to do. I knew very well that cats generally did not know how to
read or write ; but I thought there had never been such a cat in the world as this Pussy of mine. It is a great many years since she died; but I can see her before me to-day as plainly as if it were only yesterday that I had really seen her alive. She was a little kitten when I first had her ; but she grew fast, and was very soon bigger than I wanted her to be. I wanted her to stay little. Her fur was a beautiful dark gray color, and there were black
stripes on her sides, like the stripes on a
•
tiger. Her eyes were very big, and her ears unusually long and pointed. This made her look like a fox; and she was so bright and mischievous that some people
thought she must be part fox. She used to do one thing that I never heard of any other cat's doing: she used to play hide-and-seek. Did you ever hear of a cat's playing hide-and-seek? And the most wonderful part of it was, that she took it up of her own accord. As soon as she heard me shut the gate in the yard at noon, when school Xvas done, she would run up the stairs as hard as she could go, and take her place at the top, where she could just peep through the banisters.
DEAR CHILDREN :
DO not feel wholly sure that my Pussy wrote these letters herself. They al ways came inside the letters written to me by my mamma, or other friends, and I never caught Pussy writing at any time when I was at home; but the printing
INTRODUCTION.
was pretty bad, and they were signed by Pussy's name; and my mamma always looked very mysterious when I asked about them, as if there were some very great secret about it all ; so that until I grew to be a big girl, I never doubted but that Pussy printed them all alone by herself, after dark.
They were written when I was a very little girl, and was away from home with my father on a journey. We made this journey in our own carriage, and it was one of the pleasantest things that ever happened to me. My clothes and my father's were packed in a little leather valise which was hung by straps under-
INTRODUCTION.
neath the carriage, and went swinging, swinging, back and forth, as the wheels went round. My father and I used to walk up all the steep hills, because old Charley, our horse, was not very strong ; and I kept my eyes on that valise all the while I was walking behind the car riage ; it seemed to me the most unsafe way to carry a valise, and I wished very much that my best dress had been put in a bundle that I could carry in my lap. This was the only drawback on the pleas ure of my journey, — my fear that the valise would fall off when we did not know it, and be left in the road, and then I should not have anything nice to wear when I
INTRODUCTION.
reached my aunt's house. But the valise went through all safe, and I had the sat isfaction of wearing my best dress every afternoon while I stayed; and I was foolish enough to think a great deal of this.
On the fourth day after our arrival came a letter from my mamma, giving me a great many directions how to behave, and enclosing this first letter from Pussy. I carried both letters in my apron pocket all the time. They were the first letters I ever had received, and I was very proud of them. I showed them to everybody, and everybody laughed hard at Pussy's, and asked me if I believed that Pussy printed it herself. I thought perhaps my
INTRODUCTION.
mamma held her paw, with the pen in it, as she had sometimes held my hand for me, and guided my pen to write a few words. I asked papa to please to ask mamma, in his letter, if that were the way Pussy did it; but when his next letter from mamma came, he read me this sen tence out of it: " Tell Helen I did not hold Pussy's paw to write that letter." So then I felt sure Pussy did it herself; and as I told you, I had grown up to be quite a big girl before I began to doubt it. You see I thought my Pussy such a wonderful Pussy that nothing was too re markable for her to do. I knew very well that cats generally did not know how to
read or write ; but I thought there had never been such a cat in the world as this Pussy of mine. It is a great many years since she died; but I can see her before me to-day as plainly as if it were only yesterday that I had really seen her alive. She was a little kitten when I first had her ; but she grew fast, and was very soon bigger than I wanted her to be. I wanted her to stay little. Her fur was a beautiful dark gray color, and there were black
stripes on her sides, like the stripes on a
•
tiger. Her eyes were very big, and her ears unusually long and pointed. This made her look like a fox; and she was so bright and mischievous that some people
thought she must be part fox. She used to do one thing that I never heard of any other cat's doing: she used to play hide-and-seek. Did you ever hear of a cat's playing hide-and-seek? And the most wonderful part of it was, that she took it up of her own accord. As soon as she heard me shut the gate in the yard at noon, when school Xvas done, she would run up the stairs as hard as she could go, and take her place at the top, where she could just peep through the banisters.
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