Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm
Rebecca's Point Of View
Dear Mother,--I am safely here. My dress was not much tumbled and Aunt Jane helped
me press it out. I like Mr. Cobb very much. He chews but throws newspapers straight up
to the doors. I rode outside a little while, but got inside before I got to Aunt Miranda's
house. I did not want to, but thought you would like it better. Miranda is such a long
word that I think I will say Aunt M. and Aunt J. in my Sunday letters. Aunt J. has given
me a dictionary to look up all the hard words in. It takes a good deal of time and I am
glad people can talk without stoping to spell. It is much eesier to talk than write and much
more fun. The brick house looks just the same as you have told us. The parler is splendid
and gives you creeps and chills when you look in the door. The furnature is ellergant too,
and all the rooms but there are no good sitting-down places exsept in the kitchen. The
same cat is here but they do not save kittens when she has them, and the cat is too old to
play with. Hannah told me once you ran away with father and I can see it would be nice.
If Aunt M. would run away I think I should like to live with Aunt J. She does not hate me
as bad as Aunt M. does. Tell Mark he can have my paint box, but I should like him to
keep the red cake in case I come home again. I hope Hannah and John do not get tired
doing my chores.
Your afectionate friend
P. S. Please give the piece of poetry to John because he likes my poetry even when it is
not very good. This piece is not very good but it is true but I hope you won't mind what is
in it as you ran away.
This house is dark and dull and dreer
No light doth shine from far or near
Its like the tomb.
And those of us who live herein
Are most as dead as serrafim
Though not as good.
My gardian angel is asleep
At leest he doth no vigil keep
Ah I woe is me!
Then give me back my lonely farm
Where none alive did wish me harm
Dear home of youth!