All are very naughty, and I am naughtiest of all.
The pussies dine on sherry now, and humming-bird cutlets.
The invalid hen took dinner with me, but a hen like Dr. T[aylor]'s horse soon drove her away. I am very busy picking up stems and stamens as the hollyhocks leave their clothes around.
What shall I send my weary Maggie? Pillows or fresh brooks?
Her grieved Mistress.
Last updated on April 28, 2000