I Still Have In My Memory, Almost

It Is With The Approach Of Winter That Cats...wear Their Richest Fur And Assume An Air Of Sumptuous And Delightful Opulence.

I Still Have In My Memory, Almost Agonizing Impressions Of A Serious Illness Which I Had When I Was About Eight Years Old. Those About Me Called It Scarlet Fever, And Its Very Name Seemed To Have A Diabolical Quality.

My Sister And My Brother, Of Whom I Have Not Spoken Before, Were Considerably Older Than I; It Seemed Almost As If We Belonged To Different Generations.

If By Chance I Seated Myself To Write, She Very Slyly, Very Tenderly, Seeking Protection And Caresses, Would Softly Take Her Place On My Knee And Follow The Comings And Goings Of My Pen - Sometimes Effacing, With An Unintentional Stroke Of Her Paw, Lines Of Whose Tenor She Disapproved.

It Is Said That Many Children Who Live In The Central Provinces, Away From The Ocean, Have A Great Longing To See It. I Who Had Never Been Away From The Monotonous Country Surrounding Us Looked Forward Eagerly To Seeing The Mountains.