It
was a great wonder; for David was not baby enough, nor near enough to
the youngest, to get letters as a pet, nor was he old enough to be
written to like an elder one. He spelt the address all over before
he made up his mind to open it, and then exclaimed, "But it is not a
letter! It's green!"
"It is a post-office order, Davie," said Miss Fosbrook. "Let me
look. Yes, for ten shillings. Write your name there; and if we take
it to the post-office at Bonchamp, they will give you ten shillings."
"Ten shillings! Oh, Davie!" cried Johnnie, "I wish it was to me!"
"It just makes up for what Hal took, and more too," said Annie.
"Where can it come from, Davie?"
"From the Queen," said Davie composedly; "the Queen always does
justice."
Miss Fosbrook was quite sorry to confess, for truth's sake, that she
did not think the Queen could have heard of the loss of the pig fund,
and that it was more likely to be from someone who wished to make up
for the disaster--who could it be? She looked at the round stamp
upon the green-lettered paper, and read "Portsmouth.
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