If tha' could print we could write a letter to him an' ask him to go an' buy th' garden tools an' th' seeds at th' same time." "Oh! you're a good girl!" Mary cried.

"You are, really! I didn't know you were so nice.

I know I can print letters if I try.

Let's ask Mrs.
Medlock for a pen and ink and some paper." "I've got some of my own," said Martha.

"I bought 'em so I could print a bit of a letter to mother of a Sunday.