William, the eldest, a year older than herself, her constant companion and friend; her advocate with her mother (of whom he was the darling) in every distress.

"William did not like she should come away; he had told her he should miss her very much indeed." "But William will write to you, I dare say." "Yes, he had promised he would, but he had told _her_ to write first." "And when shall you do it ?" She hung her head and answered hesitatingly, "she did not know; she had not any paper." "If that be all your difficulty, I will furnish you with paper and every other material, and you may write your letter whenever you choose.

Would it make you happy to write to William ?" "Yes, very." "Then let it be done now.

Come with me into the breakfast-room, we shall find everything there, and be sure of having the room to ourselves." "But, cousin, will it go to the post ?" "Yes, depend upon me it shall: it shall go with the other letters; and, as your uncle will frank it, it will cost William nothing." "My uncle!" repeated Fanny, with a frightened look.
"Yes, when you have written the letter, I will take it to my father to frank." Fanny thought it a bold measure, but offered no further resistance; and they went together into the breakfast-room, where Edmund prepared her paper, and ruled her lines with all the goodwill that her brother could himself have felt, and probably with somewhat more exactness.

He continued with her the whole time of her writing, to assist her with his penknife or his orthography, as either were wanted; and added to these attentions, which she felt very much, a kindness to her brother which delighted her beyond all the rest.