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The
letters
had
come
—
nine
costly
letters
,
for
which
the
postman
had
been
paid
three
and
twopence
,
and
Mr
.
Garth
was
forgetting
his
tea
and
toast
while
he
read
his
letters
and
laid
them
open
one
above
the
other
,
sometimes
swaying
his
head
slowly
,
sometimes
screwing
up
his
mouth
in
inward
debate
,
but
not
forgetting
to
cut
off
a
large
red
seal
unbroken
,
which
Letty
snatched
up
like
an
eager
terrier
.
The
talk
among
the
rest
went
on
unrestrainedly
,
for
nothing
disturbed
Caleb
’
s
absorption
except
shaking
the
table
when
he
was
writing
.
Two
letters
of
the
nine
had
been
for
Mary
.
After
reading
them
,
she
had
passed
them
to
her
mother
,
and
sat
playing
with
her
tea
-
spoon
absently
,
till
with
a
sudden
recollection
she
returned
to
her
sewing
,
which
she
had
kept
on
her
lap
during
breakfast
.
"
Oh
,
don
’
t
sew
,
Mary
!
"
said
Ben
,
pulling
her
arm
down
.
"
Make
me
a
peacock
with
this
bread
-
crumb
.
"
He
had
been
kneading
a
small
mass
for
the
purpose
.
"
No
,
no
,
Mischief
!
"
said
Mary
,
good
-
humoredly
,
while
she
pricked
his
hand
lightly
with
her
needle
.
"
Try
and
mould
it
yourself
:
you
have
seen
me
do
it
often
enough
.
I
must
get
this
sewing
done
.
It
is
for
Rosamond
Vincy
:
she
is
to
be
married
next
week
,
and
she
can
’
t
be
married
without
this
handkerchief
.
"
Mary
ended
merrily
,
amused
with
the
last
notion
.
"
Why
can
’
t
she
,
Mary
?
"
said
Letty
,
seriously
interested
in
this
mystery
,
and
pushing
her
head
so
close
to
her
sister
that
Mary
now
turned
the
threatening
needle
towards
Letty
’
s
nose
.
"
Because
this
is
one
of
a
dozen
,
and
without
it
there
would
only
be
eleven
,
"
said
Mary
,
with
a
grave
air
of
explanation
,
so
that
Letty
sank
back
with
a
sense
of
knowledge
.
"
Have
you
made
up
your
mind
,
my
dear
?
"
said
Mrs
.
Garth
,
laying
the
letters
down
.
"
I
shall
go
to
the
school
at
York
,
"
said
Mary
.
"
I
am
less
unfit
to
teach
in
a
school
than
in
a
family
.
I
like
to
teach
classes
best
.
And
,
you
see
,
I
must
teach
:
there
is
nothing
else
to
be
done
.
"
