A Letter from Kit

Dear Teacher Banista,

I’ve arrived in ye ole lands of the Americas.’tis not what I wanted of the land. Blessed is, the island of Barbados. Ye took the vessel of the Dolphin, tis a wretched waste of wood. ‘Twas a hellish six weeks. A small lad dropped her dolly overboard. Se brim was cald. I hleapaned overboard and swiped the doll from the water’s cold jaws. I gave the doll back to her. Ye passengers, besáwed at me. Ye thought I was a witch! Witch I am, for receiving a miniscule lad’s doll. Yonder after, the byre stopped! The vessel went motionless, ye thought I put a curse on the vessel, darn them.

After the byre stopped, it took seven days to reach Wethersfield. I reached ye ole cottage of the Woods. “Seven trunks of clothes, all the way from Barbados just for a visit? (36)”.  Ye thought I was visiting with seven trunks. Poor uncle Matthew, seven times he returned through the doorway to carry my trunks. ‘Tis was quite shocked, he said I should’ve send a message telling them I was coming. “Poor Katherine, it must’ve been terrible for you! (38)” Auntie was glad to let me stay, however Uncle, was not. And my cousins, were merrily enjoyed to see me.

And best of ye,  we had no slaves or nursemaids! I merrily miss all of the beautiful flowers, the lovely aroma of them. Most of all, I miss my grandfather the most. “ I hate it here, I don’t belong. They don’t want me… (89)” I feel I am just a trouble to everyone. I dear wish to come back, but I cant! I will be sure to talk back to you when I can. Goodbye, mistress.