CHAPTER 15
English Days
CHAPTER 15Visible text2 paragraphs
THE next morning, after breakfast, Mrs. Deborah established me in the library with all the materials for writing and a large sheet of thin paper, which she rummaged out of the bottom of a drawer. She stood for a moment, holding it in her hand, and I was sure I saw tears in her eyes. Then she drew a deep sigh and laid the sheet down before me.
"There, little miss! That is just what you need," said she. "I knew I had some if I could only find it, but I have not seen it for years-not since I used to write letters to India. And here, you see, is a bundle of nice pens and plenty of ink, and so I will leave you to write your letter."