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My dear Son, Last week I told you that after meeting The First Girl Friend (and may be the second and third) you eventually meet your steady-the she-cat who will be your partner for life.
SSC FORUM This will be an experience you will never forget. You
may meet her first at a dustbin party, or walking down the garden path, or mouse-hunting, or washing her face in the sunny corner of the porch. Wherever it is you will know at first glance that you were made for each other. Perhaps you will be attracted first by her white clean pink pads as she licks them daintily, with a a glimpse of or the set of her ears, or the wide wonder of the green eyes, or the sweep of her whiskers, or the way she carries her tail. You will be humble in her presence and tremble deliciously at the sound of her voice.
All this will pass, because an emotion so intense cannot be endured for long. And I venture to predict that you will regret its passing. Those first mad weeks when food is distasteful and sleep is uneasy and you think only of your next meeting under the stars (of even in the rain), will, the inexorable march of time, becomes nothing but a lovely memory, and the she cat you thought was a goddess will become a dear little thing, a pretty little thing, a wise and lovable little thing, but, all the same, just the nicest little she-cat in the world and nothing more.
This is as it should be, because it is impossible to live comfortably with a goddess. When white hot passion has cooled you will find more enduring things, like understand ing and friend snmcet her invited to her home and the day will come when you are in people.
To do this with grace and charm is not an easy social accomplishment. Her mother will probably think there is nobody in the world good enough for her little girl, and will no doubt tell you of the innumerable tom-cats who have sought her favours and have been disdainfully rejected,
The night was bitter cold. The snow lay on the ground and had frozen into a hard thick crust, so that nly the heaps which drifted into byways and corners were affected by the sharp wind that howled abroad. The wind, as if expending increased fury on such prey as it found, caught it savagely up in clouds, and after whirling it into a thousand scattered it in the air. Bleak, dark, and piercing cold, this misty eddies was a night for the well-housed and fed to draw round the bright fire and thank God they were at home and for the homeless, starving wretch to lay him down and die. Many hungerworn outcasts close their eyes in our bare streets, at such times, who let their crimes have been what they may, can hardly open them in a more bitter world
Such was the aspect of out-of-doors affairs that night,
when Mrs. Chetty matron of the workhouse to which our readers have been already introduced as the birth place of Oliver Twist, sat herself down before a cheerful fire in her own little -room, and glanced, with no small degree of com- placency, at a small, round table, on which stood a size, furnished with all Necessary materials with a cup the corresponde al meat that all matron enjoy. In fact, for the most- Mrs. Chetty was about to solace herself mary of of tea. As she glanced from the table to the fire-place, where the smallest of all possible kettles was singing a small song in a small voice, her inward satisfaction evidently increased so much so, indeed, that 3. Chetty smiled.
SSC FORUM "Well" said the matron, leaning her elbow on the table,
and looking reflectively at the fire; "I'm sure we all have a great deal to be grateful for! A great deal, if we did but know ". Mrs. Chetty then shook her head mournfully, as if deploring the mental blindness of all those paupers who did not know it, and thrusting a large silver spoon (private pro perty) into the inmost recesses of a two-ounce tin tea-caddy, proceeded to make the tea.