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Enchanted Tulips and Other Verses for Children. Keary, M. (Maud).
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  • DEAR EMILY, your letter came
  • Directed right to me,
  • And when John took it at the door,
  • A puzzled man was he—
  • “A letter for the Cat!—why, such
  • A thing was never heard!”
  • Then Jane came out and looked, and long
  • The two together purred.
  • I do not think they were quite pleased
  • Such honour should be done
  • To me—for Jane laughed loud and said,
  • “It’s just Miss Emmie’s fun;
  • “I’ll take it to her Grandmama,”
  • And then—though right before
  • Her feet I stood—she hurried on,
  • And shut the parlour door
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  • Right in my face—I could have scratched
  • And torn the parlour mat,
  • Only that would have been too like
  • A common, vulgar cat,
  • Which I am not—as well you know.
  • I waited patiently,
  • And soon I heard dear Grandmama
  • Calling aloud for me.
  • “Open the door for Puss,” said she;
  • I sprang upon her knee;
  • Then, quite out loud, she kindly read
  • Your lovely note to me.
  • And all the while I purred and purred,
  • Or softly said, “Mew, mew”;
  • With grown‐up people in the room
  • ’Twas all that I could do
  • To show how, at each friendly word,
  • My cat’s heart swelled with pride;
  • And yet some sadness came therewith,
  • The news that you had cried.
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  • I did not cry—in Cat‐dom we
  • Don’t think it etiquette
  • To wash our faces when we grieve,
  • And make our whiskers wet.
  • Yet none the less I truly shared
  • The sadness of the house;
  • I think ’twas a whole week before
  • I’d heart to catch a mouse.
  • I even thought the cream was sour,
  • I lost my appetite,
  • I caterwauled upon the roof
  • So dismally at night
  • That spiteful neighbour Green sent in
  • (He’s a low taste for dogs)—
  • And begged that Grandmama would put
  • My feet in walnut clogs!
  • I grew morose, I spat at John,
  • Put up my back at Jane,
  • But your kind letter makes me feel
  • A happy cat again.
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  • When you come back in Spring, I’ll learn
  • To count my paws, and you
  • Perhaps might condescend to try
  • A few things I can do.
  • Your way of climbing up a wall
  • Strikes me as not—the thing,
  • And though you’re nimble, you might take
  • A lesson how to spring.
  • What’s more, if you are not above
  • Hearing a cat’s advice,
  • In time you might be brought to feel
  • More justly about mice.
  • You’ve hurt my feelings now and then,
  • But I forgive you that—
  • So—count among your warmest friends
  • Your Grandmama’s