T' letters wonna join." "Let me look at them." And Hilary tried to contemplate gravely the scrawled and blotted page, which looked very much as if a large spider had walked into the ink bottle, and then walked out again on a tour of investigation.

"What did you want to write ?" asked she, suddenly.
Elizabeth blushed violently.

"It was the woman, Mrs.Cliffe, t' little lad's mother, you know; she wanted somebody to write to her husband as is at work at Birmingham, and I said I would.

I'd learned at the National, but I've forgotten it all.

I'm just as Miss Selina says--I'm good for nowt." "Come, come, never fret;" for there was a sort of choke in the girl's voice.