Dear Miss Meg by Ruth Lamb

ONE thought above all others was in Margaretta's mind. She would leave Northbrook Hall at once and for ever. But where should she go?

She bethought herself of that old promise, and without waiting even to change her simple wrapper for a walking dress, she gathered up her precious letters, threw a soft woollen shawl round her, put on her hat, and went rapidly towards the little dwelling tenanted by Nelly Corry and her mother. As she passed through the ill-kept conservatory she plucked a rose from a bush that had been a favourite of her mother's, and which she had tended with loving hands.