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At
last
they
told
her
,
or
told
her
such
a
garbled
story
as
people
in
difficulties
tell
.
One
day
,
her
own
money
having
been
received
,
and
Amelia
about
to
pay
it
over
,
she
,
who
had
kept
an
account
of
the
moneys
expended
by
her
,
proposed
to
keep
a
certain
portion
back
out
of
her
dividend
,
having
contracted
engagements
for
a
new
suit
for
Georgy
.
Then
it
came
out
that
Jos
's
remittances
were
not
paid
,
that
the
house
was
in
difficulties
,
which
Amelia
ought
to
have
seen
before
,
her
mother
said
,
but
she
cared
for
nothing
or
nobody
except
Georgy
.
At
this
she
passed
all
her
money
across
the
table
,
without
a
word
,
to
her
mother
,
and
returned
to
her
room
to
cry
her
eyes
out
.
She
had
a
great
access
of
sensibility
too
that
day
,
when
obliged
to
go
and
countermand
the
clothes
,
the
darling
clothes
on
which
she
had
set
her
heart
for
Christmas
Day
,
and
the
cut
and
fashion
of
which
she
had
arranged
in
many
conversations
with
a
small
milliner
,
her
friend
.
Hardest
of
all
,
she
had
to
break
the
matter
to
Georgy
,
who
made
a
loud
outcry
.
Everybody
had
new
clothes
at
Christmas
.
The
others
would
laugh
at
him
.
He
would
have
new
clothes
.
She
had
promised
them
to
him
.
The
poor
widow
had
only
kisses
to
give
him
.
She
darned
the
old
suit
in
tears
.
She
cast
about
among
her
little
ornaments
to
see
if
she
could
sell
anything
to
procure
the
desired
novelties
.
There
was
her
India
shawl
that
Dobbin
had
sent
her
.
She
remembered
in
former
days
going
with
her
mother
to
a
fine
India
shop
on
Ludgate
Hill
,
where
the
ladies
had
all
sorts
of
dealings
and
bargains
in
these
articles
.
Her
cheeks
flushed
and
her
eyes
shone
with
pleasure
as
she
thought
of
this
resource
,
and
she
kissed
away
George
to
school
in
the
morning
,
smiling
brightly
after
him
.
The
boy
felt
that
there
was
good
news
in
her
look
.
Packing
up
her
shawl
in
a
handkerchief
(
another
of
the
gifts
of
the
good
Major
)
,
she
hid
them
under
her
cloak
and
walked
flushed
and
eager
all
the
way
to
Ludgate
Hill
,
tripping
along
by
the
park
wall
and
running
over
the
crossings
,
so
that
many
a
man
turned
as
she
hurried
by
him
and
looked
after
her
rosy
pretty
face
.
She
calculated
how
she
should
spend
the
proceeds
of
her
shawl
--
how
,
besides
the
clothes
,
she
would
buy
the
books
that
he
longed
for
,
and
pay
his
half-year
's
schooling
;
and
how
she
would
buy
a
cloak
for
her
father
instead
of
that
old
great-coat
which
he
wore
.
She
was
not
mistaken
as
to
the
value
of
the
Major
's
gift
.
It
was
a
very
fine
and
beautiful
web
,
and
the
merchant
made
a
very
good
bargain
when
he
gave
her
twenty
guineas
for
her
shawl
.
She
ran
on
amazed
and
flurried
with
her
riches
to
Darton
's
shop
,
in
St.
Paul
's
Churchyard
,
and
there
purchased
the
Parents
'
Assistant
and
the
Sandford
and
Merton
Georgy
longed
for
,
and
got
into
the
coach
there
with
her
parcel
,
and
went
home
exulting
.
And
she
pleased
herself
by
writing
in
the
fly-leaf
in
her
neatest
little
hand
,
"
George
Osborne
,
A
Christmas
gift
from
his
affectionate-mother
.
"
The
books
are
extant
to
this
day
,
with
the
fair
delicate
superscription
.
She
was
going
from
her
own
room
with
the
books
in
her
hand
to
place
them
on
George
's
table
,
where
he
might
find
them
on
his
return
from
school
,
when
in
the
passage
,
she
and
her
mother
met
.
The
gilt
bindings
of
the
seven
handsome
little
volumes
caught
the
old
lady
's
eye
.
"
What
are
those
?
"
she
said
.
"
Some
books
for
Georgy
,
"
Amelia
replied
--
I
--
I
promised
them
to
him
at
Christmas
.
"
"
Books
!
"
cried
the
elder
lady
indignantly
,
"
Books
,
when
the
whole
house
wants
bread
!
Books
,
when
to
keep
you
and
your
son
in
luxury
,
and
your
dear
father
out
of
gaol
,
I
've
sold
every
trinket
I
had
,
the
India
shawl
from
my
back
even
down
to
the
very
spoons
,
that
our
tradesmen
might
n't
insult
us
,
and
that
Mr.
Clapp
,
which
indeed
he
is
justly
entitled
,
being
not
a
hard
landlord
,
and
a
civil
man
,
and
a
father
,
might
have
his
rent
.
Oh
,
Amelia
!
you
break
my
heart
with
your
books
and
that
boy
of
yours
,
whom
you
are
ruining
,
though
part
with
him
you
will
not
.
Oh
,
Amelia
,
may
God
send
you
a
more
dutiful
child
than
I
have
had
!
There
's
Jos
,
deserts
his
father
in
his
old
age
;
and
there
's
George
,
who
might
be
provided
for
,
and
who
might
be
rich
,
going
to
school
like
a
lord
,
with
a
gold
watch
and
chain
round
his
neck
--
while
my
dear
,
dear
old
man
is
without
a
sh
--
shilling
.
"
Hysteric
sobs
and
cries
ended
Mrs.
Sedley
's
speech
--
it
echoed
through
every
room
in
the
small
house
,
whereof
the
other
female
inmates
heard
every
word
of
the
colloquy
.
"
Oh
,
Mother
,
Mother
!
"
cried
poor
Amelia
in
reply
.
"
You
told
me
nothing
--
I
--
I
promised
him
the
books
.
I
--
I
only
sold
my
shawl
this
morning
