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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
.
“
You
are
,
really
!
I
didn
’
t
know
you
were
so
nice
.
I
know
I
can
print
letters
if
I
try
.
Let
’
s
ask
Mrs
.
Medlock
for
a
pen
and
ink
and
some
paper
.
”
“
I
’
ve
got
some
of
my
own
,
”
said
Martha
.
“
I
bought
’
em
so
I
could
print
a
bit
of
a
letter
to
mother
of
a
Sunday
.
I
’
ll
go
and
get
it
.
”
She
ran
out
of
the
room
,
and
Mary
stood
by
the
fire
and
twisted
her
thin
little
hands
together
with
sheer
pleasure
.
