In my drawer in the little writing-table at home are six silver spoons, and a beautiful pincushion, and two old Easter eggs with pictures on them cut out of paper: dragons spitting fire, and flowers, and the sun, moon, and stars.

You can sell them for something, I am sure; and after this I will sell directly everything that I get and give you the money.

And perhaps I shall contrive to think of some way to earn something too; if I can I will.

Oh, dearest aunty, you will help us, I know, for you help everybody.
Write as soon as you can and tell us to come home.

How glad we shall be to get there! There we can tell you all our troubles.