"But don't wait for me if you want to go faster." "I don't," said Max.
"Well, I b'lieve I'd better make all the haste I can," said Jim.

"So good-by," and away he sped.
"Oh, if papa only knew all about how that brute treats you!" sighed Lulu.
"Max, can't we write him a letter ?" "I do once in a while, but old Tom always reads it before it goes." "I wouldn't let him.

I'd hide away somewhere to write it, and put it in the post-office myself." "I have no chance, he gives me only a sheet of paper at a time, and must always know what I do with it.

It's the same way with my pocket money; so I can't buy postage-stamps; and I don't know how to direct the letter either." "Oh dear! and it's just the same way with me!" sighed Lulu.

"When will papa come?
I'm just sick to see him and tell him everything!" When they reached Mrs.Scrimp's door Max gave Lulu his string of fish, saying, "Here, take them, Sis.