“Let me see—‘and we would very much like to meet you. We have no idea where you are now, but hope this letter will reach you.’”
“Yes, that’s right!”
“‘We live up here in the bush, and have a very quiet time’—quiet time,” she repeated, tapping her pencil.
“‘And we’re poor,’” put in Doris, “‘and would like some money.’”
“No, we can’t put it that way.”
“Well, hurry up, then, and ask for the money.”
“We’re not asking for money,” said Mollie, severely. “We’re going to ask him to come and see us, and then——”
“And then we’re hoping he’ll give us some,” cried Eva.
“No!” cried Eileen, excitedly. “We’ll trust to his generosity——”
“Oh, yes! put in ‘generosity’—it sounds so well,” said Eva.