With this she snapped out of the room, as a little wooden cuckoo snaps back into his clock.
Nancy sat down and wrote to Mrs. Pottage.
5 Blackboy Passage,
Soho.
Friday.
Dear Mrs. Pottage,
I’m rather worried what to do with Letizia while I am looking for work. I wonder if you’d look after her for a week or two? I have a very unpleasant landlady here who hates children, and so I must get a new room until I find an engagement. Don’t ask me to come to Greenwich too, because, dearest Mrs. Pottage, I simply couldn’t. But Letizia’s different, and if you wouldn’t mind having her with you for a little while it would be such a weight off my mind. You must please charge me whatever you think is fair. I haven’t the least idea, so I must leave that to you. I leave here on Monday, and if you will let me know by then what time will suit you I will bring Letizia to Greenwich station, if you’d be kind enough to meet us. I haven’t told Letizia herself that she may be going to stay with you, because I don’t want to disappoint her if you can’t manage it, and of course I will perfectly understand if you can’t.
Yours affectionately,
Nancy O’Finn.
Nancy felt more cheerful when she had posted this letter.
Early on Sunday morning the Kinos left Blackboy Passage.