Christabel had heard that people who murmur among
blessings often have those blessings snatched away, and this made her
tremble for poor little discontented Elizabeth.
CHAPTER X.
"There!" exclaimed Susan, "I really have got a letter from Papa
himself. What a prize!"
"You'll have to mind your Grosvenor when you answer HIM," said Sam;
"but hollo, what's the matter?"
For Susan's eyes had grown large, and her whole face scarlet, and she
gave a little cry as she read.
"Your Mamma, my dear?" asked Miss Fosbrook.
"Oh, Mamma--Mamma is so very ill!" and Susan throw the letter down,
and broke into a fit of sobbing.
Sam caught it up, and Elizabeth came to read it with him, both
standing still and not speaking a word, but staring at the letter
with their eyes fixed.
"What is it, my dear?" said Miss Fosbrook, tenderly putting her arm
round Susan; but she sobbed too much to make a word distinct, and
Bessie held out the letter to her governess, looking white, and too
much awed to speak.
Captain Merrifield wrote in short, plain, sad words, that he thought
it right that his children should know how matters stood.
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