Helen Hunt Jackson,
Letters from a Cat — Introduction
(1879)
“ My clothes and my father's were packed in a little leather valise which was hung by straps underneath underneath the carriage, and went swinging, swinging, back and forth, as the wheels went round. My father and I used to walk up all the steep hills, because old Charley, our horse, was not very strong; and I kept my eyes on that valise all the while I was walking behind the carriage; it seemed to me the most unsafe way to carry a valise, and I wished very much that my best dress had been put in a bundle that I could carry in my lap. ”
