I was received with the warmest of welcomes.
I have a pretty, sunshiny room all to myself, hung with pictures, warmly carpeted, with soap-stone stove and every conceivable convenience.
From one window, I look out upon a lawn with trees and shubbery; from the other, upon a broad expanse of water, shimmering in the sunlight, with vessels and steamboats constantly passing, their bright flags fluttering in the breeze.
The only trouble is that everything is too luxurious, and that I am waited upon more than suits my habits or inclinations.
I shall get used to it, in time; but at present I feel “like a cat in a strange garret,” and, like a stray pussy, I would set off and run hundreds of miles, footsore and weary, if I could only get back to my humble little home and my darling old mate.
But there is no more of that for me, in this world and I ought to be thankful to the Heavenly Father for raising up such kind friends to hold me by the hand while I am passing through this valley of shadows.
I am taken right into the bosom of the family, and am free to come and go, just as I please; and I like all the inmates extremely.