Postmarked: 1877.02.27

Dear Ollie,
 as I was making my way back from the grocers this morning along a chilly slushfilled road (which was cold. Have I mentioned before that Philadelphia is cold? Because it is exhausting in its frozen temperatures) I spied a bedraggled cat. The poor thing was half-dead with the cold (you see what I mean about it being cold? I am not exaggerating!) It barely even tried to bite me when I picked it up. There are no pets allowed in the house where I am working, but it is not for nothing that I spent years helping you patch up kittens and hide them from Miss Lizzy, and have thus successfully smuggled the little thing into my rooms. A warm fireplace and a bit of milk have revived her  quite nicely. I have taken to calling her Olivia. I hope you don't mind.

Celeste