Mary. "Mrs. Morrison gave me five shillings
and Mrs. Medlock gave me some money from Mr.
Craven."

"Did he remember thee that much?" exclaimed
Martha.

"Mrs. Medlock said I was to have a shilling a
week to spend. She gives me one every Saturday.
I didn't know what to spend it on."

"My word! that's riches," said Martha.
"Tha' can buy anything in th' world tha' wants.
Th' rent of our cottage is only one an' threepence
an' it's like pullin' eye-teeth to get it. Now I've
just thought of somethin'," putting her hands on
her hips.

"What?" said Mary eagerly.

"In the shop at Thwaite they sell packages o'
flower-seeds for a penny each, and our Dickon he
knows which is th' prettiest ones an' how to make
'em grow. He walks over to Thwaite many a day
just for th' fun of it. Does tha' know how to
print letters?" suddenly.

"I know how to write," Mary answered.

Martha shook her head.

"Our Dickon can only read printin'. If tha'
could print we could write a letter to him an' ask
him to go an' buy th' garden tools an' th' seeds
at th' same time."

"Oh! you're a good girl!" Mary cried.

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