“Would twenty pounds be too much?”
“I think not. It is a good deal, but she was a faithful servant. I will give you twenty pounds for her now.”
The Squire rose and took out his check-book.
“Oh, please,” said Evelyn, “I want it in gold.”
“But how will you send it to her?”
“Never, never mind; I must have it in gold.”
“Poor child! She is in earnest,” thought the Squire. “Perhaps the woman will come to meet her somewhere. I really cannot see why she should be tabooed from having a short interview with her old nurse. Frances and I differ on this head. Yes, I will let her have the money; the child has a good deal of heart when all is said and done.”
So the Squire put two little rolls, neatly made up in brown paper, into Evelyn’s hands.
“There,” he said; “it is a great deal of money to trust a little girl with, but you shall have it; only you must not ask me for any more.”
“Oh, what a darling you are, Uncle Edward! I feel as if I must kiss you again. There! those kisses are full of love. Now I must go. But, oh, I say, what a funny parcel!”