She hopes your Mamma is better, and would be
glad to have her address in London.
I am your affectionate
IDA ARABELLA GREVILLE.
"Oh! Miss Fosbrook, may we go?" cried the girls with sparkling eyes.
Mrs. Merrifield had written that one or two such invitations might be
accepted, but she had rather it did not happen too often, as visits
at the Park were unsettling to some of the children. So as this was
the first, Christabel gladly consented, rather curious and rather shy
on her own account.
Elizabeth begged for the rose, to copy it, and as there were no
little ones present to seize it, she was allowed to have it; while
Susan groaned and sighed over the misfortune of having to write a
"horrible note" just at play-time; and the boys treated it as a sort
of insult to the whole family that Ida should have mistaken their
governess's name.
"Tell her you won't go till she has it right," said Sam; at which
Annie made a vehement outcry of "No, no!" such as made them all laugh
at her thinking him in earnest.
Susan's note began -
My dear Ida,
We shuold -
But then perceiving that something was the matter with her word,
Susan sat and looked at it, till at last, perceiving that her u and o
had changed places, she tried putting a top to the u, and made it
like an a; while the filling up the o made it become a blot, such as
caught Bessie's eye.
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