Susette and her Troubles. 115

have been written there and then.
As it was, it certainly went the
next day. It was our first piece of
anything like charity, and we waited
eagerly for the answer from Lottie’s
papa, which, of course, did not
arrive directly it was wanted.

At last the morning came, when
the postman, met by three eager
children half-way down the drive,
was greeted by the happy cry,
“Qh, there it is! I see it in his
hand!” And the much-longed-for
prize was snatched from him, and
triumphantly carried off to the
nursery.

‘Oh, children, do keep off!