The Children's Pilgrimage by L. T. Meade
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"Dear, dear Jane, I do love you. Oh! _did_ Aunt Lydia really
give the purse back?" "You have got the purse, Cecile, and you don't ask no questions. Well, there, I don't mind telling you. She had it in her hand when she dropped asleep; she wor sleeping very sound, it was easy to take the purse away." "My own and Lovedy's purse," repeated Cecile. "Oh, Jane! it seems too good of Jesus to give it back to me again." "Aye, darling, He'll give you more than that if you ask Him, for you're one o' those as He loves. But now, Cecile, we ha' a deal to do before morning. You open the purse, and see that all the money is safe." Cecile did as she was bid, and out fell the fifteen sovereigns and the four Bank of England notes. "'Tis all there, Jane," she said, "even to the little bit of paper under the lining." "What's that, child?" "I don't know, there's some writing on it, but I can't read writing." "Well, but I can, let me read it, darling." Cecile handed the paper to her, and Jane read aloud the following words: |
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