THE CAT WHO WENT TO HEAVEN By ELIZABETH COATSWORTH _Pictures by Lynd Ward_ Copyright, 1930, By THE MACMILLAN COMPANY. _All rights reserved--no part of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission in writing from the publisher._ Published August, 1930 Reprinted January, 1931 Reprinted May, 1931 _Lithographed in the United States of America by the Artcraft Lithograph & Printing Co._ _By_ ELIZABETH COATSWORTH THE CAT AND THE CAPTAIN TOUTOU IN BONDAGE THE SUN'S DIARY THE BOY WITH THE PARROT THE CAT WHO WENT TO HEAVEN _With other publishers, books of verse_: FOX FOOTPRINTS BEYOND ATLAS COMPASS ROSE TO CYRA THOMAS This new book about an artist, his cook, his painting, and his kitten, is a most unusual piece of story telling. Will the kitten, who brought good luck to the house, be admitted into the painting of the great Buddha? She listens and watches as the artist recalls the story of each animal, then paints it. She hears the cook's songs. Does she go to heaven, in the procession, with the noble horse and elephant, the beautiful deer and tiger, the strange monkey and snail? Read and learn how things happened in Japan long ago. Seldom has an artist caught so exactly an author's intention. The story says: then he painted the swan. The picture looks as if the artist's brush had just left the canvas. We think that many people of many ages will enjoy this story picture book. _THE CAT WHO WENT TO HEAVEN_ Once upon a time, far away in Japan, a poor young artist sat alone in his little house, waiting for his dinner. His housekeeper had gone to market, and he sat sighing to think of all the things he wished she would bring home. He expected her to hurry in at any minute, bowing and opening her little basket to show him how wisely she had spent their few pennies. He heard her steps, and jumped up. He was very hungry! But the housekeeper lingered by the door, and the basket stayed shut. "Come," he cried, "what is in that basket?" The housekeeper trembled, and held the basket tight in two hands. "It has seemed to me, sir," she said, "that we are very lonely here." Her wrinkled face looked humble and obstinate.