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seeds and a set of garden tools to make a flower-bed. Pick the prettiest ones and easy to grow because she has never done it before and lived in India which is different. Give my love to mother and every one of you. Miss Mary is going to tell me a lot more so that on my next day out you can hear about elephants and camels and gentlemen going hunting lions and tigers.
" Your loving sister, " MARTHA PHOEBE SOWERBY."
" We ' ll put the money in th ' envelope an ' I ' ll get th ' butcher ' s boy to take it in his cart. He ' s a great friend o ' Dickon ' s," said Martha.
" How shall I get the things when Dickon buys them?" asked Mary. " He ' ll bring ' em to you himself. He ' ll like to walk over this way."
" Oh!" exclaimed Mary, " then I shall see him! I never thought I should see Dickon."
" Does tha ' want to see him?" asked Martha suddenly, she had looked so pleased.
" Yes, I do. I never saw a boy foxes and crows loved. I want to see him very much."
Martha gave a little start, as if she suddenly remembered something.
" Now to think," she broke out, " to think o ' me forgettin ' that there; an ' I thought I was goin ' to tell you first thing this mornin '. I asked mother--and she said she ' d ask Mrs. Medlock her own self."
" Do you mean-- " Mary began.
" What I said Tuesday. Ask her if you might be driven over to our cottage some day and have a bit o ' mother ' s hot oat cake, an ' butter, an ' a glass o ' milk."