and yet not read it? I turned it in my  tion. here? I said. Can you see?

    Dainty looked, t you? s I could not. ing ly smeared and spotted ains, I  to tter close to t seemed to me at last t if any name ten t  an S, and t follo; and then, again, an s—

    I gre? said Dainty, seeing my face.

    I dont knoters for me.

    S o her! she said.

    My mother?

    to open it.

    I dont know.

    But say it tells you— Say it tells you s a map!

    I didnt t  my stomac tter, at t, I said. Dainty licked ook it, slourned it, and slo, I tumbling of to t words, she said.

    I  to  so nervous and afraid—so sure t tter  for me, yet o some a till, to  open before me, not being able to understand  said, hing.

    Come on, I said to Dainty. I got , and found mine. Come out to treet, and o read it for us.

    e  t ask anyone I kneranger. So  nort fast, toray on a string about meg-graters and t  knoelligent look.

    I said,hell do.

    a grater, girls?

    I sen ried to say, for taken te from me. I put my o my . Do you read? I asked  last.

    he said, Read?

    Letters, in ladies  books, I mean.

    tilted his head.

    -anyone

    to be opened, eent t.  notice. Instead, raig in my line,  o stand  letters. t aint a-going to make t. . .?

    Some people  y did the same.

    Sevenpence, I said, ogeturned they good? Good enough, I said.

    . ook t s see,  up, tung by t not  it to come out later, as ouc. . .   ready to read.