You shall have my sixpence, or anything! But,
oh dear, I wish the message was come, and we were going to dear
Mamma, for I can't write, and I don't know what to do."
Then she went back to her place, and tried to write, and sat with her
head on her hand, and dawdled and cried and blotted till it grew so
near post-time that at last Miss Fosbrook took the longest of her
scrawls, and writing three lines at the bottom to say how it was with
them all, directed it to Captain Merrifield, thinking that he would
like it better than nothing from home, sent it off, and made Susan
come out to refresh her hot eyes and burning head in the garden.
Sam presently came and walked on her other side, gravely and in
silence, glad to be away from the chatter and disputes of the younger
ones. That summons had made them both feel older, and less like
children, than ever before; but they did not speak much, only, when
they sat down on a garden bench, as Miss Fosbrook held Susan's hand,
she presently found some rough hard young fingers stealing into her
own on the other side, and saw Sam's eyes glistening with unshed
tears.
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