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Helen Hunt Jackson
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The
sitting-room
was
all
in
most
beautiful
order,--a
smooth
white
something,
like
the
side
of
a
basket,
over
the
whole
floor,
a
beautiful
paper
curtain,
pink
and
white,
over
the
fire-place,
and
white
muslin
curtains
at
the
windows.
I
stood
perfectly
still
in
the
middle
of
the
room
for
some
time.
I
was
too
surprised
to
stir.
Oh,
how
I
wished
that
I
could
speak,
and
tell
your
dear
mother
all
that
had
happened,
and
how
the
room
had
looked
three
days
before.
Presently
she
said,
"Poor
pussy,
I
know
you
are
almost
starved,
aren't
you?"
and
I
said
"Yes,"
as
plainly
as
I
could
mew
it.
Then
she
brought
me
a
big
soup-plate
full
of
thick
cream,
and
some
of
the
most
delicious
cold
hash
I
ever
tasted;
and
after
I
had
eaten
it
all,
she
took
me
in
her
lap,
and
said,
"Poor
pussy,
we
miss
little
Helen,
don't
we?"
and
she
held
me
in
her
lap
till
bed-time.
Then
she
let
me
sleep
on
the
foot
of
her
bed:
it
was
one
of
the
happiest
nights
of
my
life.
In
the
middle
of
the
night
I
was
up
for
a
while,
and
caught
the
smallest
mouse
I
ever
saw
out
of
the
nest.
Such
little
ones
are
very
tender.
In
the
morning
I
had
my
breakfast
with
her
in
the
dining-room,
which
looks
just
as
nice
as
the
sitting-room.
After
breakfast
Mrs.
Hitchcock
came
in,
and
your
mother
said:
"Only
think,
how
fortunate
I
am;
Mary
did
all
the
house-cleaning
while
I
was
away.
Every
room
is
in
perfect
order;
all
the
woollen
clothes
are
put
away
for
the
summer.
Poor
pussy,
here,
was
frightened
out
of
the
house,
and
I
suppose
we
should
all
have
been
if
we
had
been
at
home."
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