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Title: Letters from a cat : published by her mistress for the benefit of all cats and the amusement of little children
Year: 1880 (1880s)
Authors: Jackson, Helen Hunt, 1830-1885 Roberts Brothers (Boston, Mass.) Ledyard, Addie Botsford, Bertha Fisk
Subjects: Cats Pets
Publisher: Boston : Roberts Brothers
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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eyboth came down the stairs laughing,even your dear kind mother, who Inever could have believed wouldlaugh at any one in such trouble.They did not seem to know whatto do at first; nobody wanted totouch me; and I began to beafraid I should drown while they 68 LETTERS FROM A CAT. stood looking at me, for I knewmuch better than they could howweak I was from holding on to o the eclije of the barrel so loner. o o v At last your grandfather swore thatoath of his,—you know the one Imean, the one he always swearswhen he is very sorry for anybody,— and lifted me out by the nape ofmy neck, holding me as far off fromhim as he could, for the soft soapran off my legs and tail in streams.He carried me up into the kitchen,and put me down-in the middle ofthe floor, and then they all stoodround me, and laughed again, soloud that they waked up the cook, it I :; ,___j;^^gzr^?35i ! I iii11 ..I jj IM iiij itrr is^-KT-^^ ^F^^^^TTT^T^^fe^H^T ^S.-: - f.-^-i&fe.rr ;t 4 ffl 1713^ WfflR^K ^^vi III itllW
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He lifted me out by the nape of my neck, holding me as far offfrom him as he could. — PAGE 68. LETTERS FROM A CAT. 69 who came running out of her bed-room with her tin candlestick and achair in her hand, thinking that rob-bers were breaking in. At last yourdear mother said, Poor pussy, it istoo bad to laugh at you, when youare in such pain (I had been think-ing so for some time). Mary,bring the small washtub. The onlything we can do is to wash her/ When I heard this, I almostwished they had left me to drownin the soft soap ; for if there is anything of which I have a mortaldread, it is water. However, I wastoo weak to resist; and they plungedme in all over, into the tub full of ice- 70 LETTERS FROM A CAT. cold water, and Mary began to rubme with her great rough hands, which,I assure you, are very different fromyours and your mothers. Thenthey all laughed again to see thewhite lather it made ; in two min-utes the whole tub was as white asthe water under the mill-wheel thatyou and I h

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