He did
not struggle, for she had taught him to mind her; but he went up-
stairs with a gloomy brow, and angry murmurs that it was very hard to
be put under a stupid woman, who knew nothing about anything, and was
always cross.
CHAPTER XII.
Saturday's post brought a letter, and a comfortable one. All
Thursday Mrs. Merrifield had been in so doubtful a state, that her
husband could not bear to write, lest he should fill the children
with false hopes, or alarm them still more; but she had had a good
night, was stronger on Friday, and when the post went out, the
doctors had just ventured to say they believed she would recover
favourably. The letter was finished off in a great hurry; but
Captain Merrifield did not forget to thank his little Susan warmly
for her poor scrambling letter, and say he knew all she meant by it,
bidding her give Miss Fosbrook his hearty thanks for forwarding it,
and for telling him the children were all behaving well, and feeling
properly. His love to them all; they must try to deserve the great
mercy that had been granted to them.
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