feeling. So turned t, and looked at tin to fray. It made a sort of pocket, in t Dainty; t in my rustled again, and she drew back.
Are you sure it aint a mot?
But ter. Mrs Sucksby guess. I t at first t s it t sten it, in gaol—t it o find, after t made me nervous. But tter lemans blood; and so must least. t seemed to me t it must : for as I looked more closely at it I sa. taffeta bodice , tig ays. the seal—
I looked at Dainty. t? ter, so close, so carefully, so long—and yet not read it? I turned it in my tion. here? I said. Can you see?
Dainty looked, t you? s I could not. ing ly smeared and spotted ains, I to tter close to t seemed to me at last t if any name ten t an S, and t follo; and then, again, an s—
I gre? said Dainty, seeing my face.
I dont knoters for me.
S o her! she said.
My mother?
to open it.
I dont know.
But say it tells you— Say it tells you s a map!
I didnt t my stomac tter, at t, I said. Dainty licked ook it, slourned it, and slo, I tumbling of to t words, she said.
I to so nervous and afraid—so sure t tter for me, yet o some a till, to open before me, not being able to understand said, hing.
Come on, I said to Dainty. I got , and found mine. Come out to treet, and o read it for us.
e t ask anyone I kneranger. So nort fast, toray on a string about meg-graters and t knoelligent look.
I said,hell do.
a grater, girls?
I sen ried to say, for taken te from me. I put my o my . Do you read? I asked last.
he said, Read?
Letters, in ladies books, I mean.
tilted his head.
-anyone
to be opened, eent t. notice. Instead, raig in my line, o stand letters. t aint a-going to make t. . .?
Some people y did the same.
Sevenpence, I said, ogeturned they good? Good enough, I said.
. ook t s see, up, tung by t not it to come out later, as ouc. . . ready to read.