This was the letter Martha dictated to her: "My Dear Dickon: This comes hoping to find you well as it leaves me at present.

Miss Mary has plenty of money and will you go to Thwaite and buy her some flower seeds and a set of garden tools to make a flower-bed.

Pick the prettiest ones and easy to grow because she has never done it before and lived in India which is different.

Give my love to mother and every one of you.

Miss Mary is going to tell me a lot more so that on my next day out you can hear about elephants and camels and gentlemen going hunting lions and tigers.
"Your loving sister, Martha Phoebe Sowerby." "We'll put the money in th' envelope an' I'll get th' butcher boy to take it in his cart.