I will take it myself to the shop, pay the bill for you, and bring back the parcel.

We must sacrifice the box--we must, indeed." While her husband was addressing Magdalen, Mrs.Wragge had stolen out again from her corner, and had ventured near enough to the captain to hear the words "shop" and "parcel." She clapped her great hands together in ungovernable excitement, and lost all control over herself immediately.
"Oh, if it's shopping, let me do it!" cried Mrs.Wragge.

"She's going out to buy her Things! Oh, let me go with her--please let me go with her!" "Sit down!" shouted the captain.

"Straight! more to the right--more still.

Stop where you are!" Mrs.Wragge crossed her helpless hands on her lap, and melted meekly into tears.
"I do so like shopping," pleaded the poor creature; "and I get so little of it now!" Magdalen completed her list; and Captain Wragge at once left the room with it.