They are
not fit to be sent home, she writes; then all the country holiday
money collected last summer has been spent, and what is she to do?
Well, I have told her to send them on to me, and I shall take my
chance of finding the L5 that will be necessary. The fact is, I
happen to know one of the poor little things--Grace Wilson her name
is, the dearest little mite. But the truth is, dear Maurice, I
haven't a penny? for I have overdrawn the small allowance that
comes to me quarterly, and spent it all. Now don't be vexed that I
ask you, _so soon_, for a little help; a sovereign will do, if Linn
will give another; and Linn has always been very good to me in this
way, though for some time back I have been ashamed to take anything
from him. The doctor grumbles, but gives me five shillings whenever
I ask him; Auntie will give me the same; and the rest I can get
from our friends and acquaintances about here. Don't be impatient
with me, dear Maurice; and some day I will take you down to
Whitechapel and show you the very prettiest sight in the whole
world--and that is Sister Alexandra with her fifty children.
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