n her
pocket; for her plan was, that Fanny was to read them to her when they
went out, which was done.

"The day after she had picked out the books, she asked for some paper
and a pen and ink, and set herself to write, by copying printed
letters. It was well she was in black, as she inked herself well before
she had finished her letter.

"Harris did not ask her what she was doing; that was not _her_ way; but
she looked at what she had written when it was done, and found it was a
letter to nurse, blotted and scrawled, and hard to be read. When this
letter was finished, the child asked Fanny for some brown paper, and in
this she packed most of the toys and the letter, and having sent for
her footman, she told him to get a horse and ride to nurse's and give
her the parcel and the letter.

"The man looked at Mrs. Harris, as doubting whether he was to obey.
Mrs. Harris was sewing, and looked like thunder.

"'Miss Vaughan,' she said, 'did I hear aright? Is that parcel to be
taken to nurse's?'

"'Yes, Harris,' answered Evelyn; 'those things are mine, and I am going
to send them to nurse.'

"'Upon my word, Miss Vaughan, you have chosen a very proper present for
the old woman; she will be vastly amused with all those pretty things.'

"This speech was made in much bitterness, and meant the very contrary
to what the words expressed; but Evelyn thought she meant what she
said, and she answered:

"'Yes, Harris, nurse will be so much pleased; I think she will put the
things in a row on her chimney-piece.'

"Harris, as Fanny told me, did not answer again immediately, but sat
with her head stooped over her work, whilst Evelyn repeated her
directions to Richard; and Richard looked for his orders to Mrs.
Harris.

"'Don't you hear what Miss Vaughan says, Richard?' she at length said,
as she looked up with very red cheeks and flashing eyes; 'what do you
stand gaping there for? Don't you know that all Miss Vaughan's orders
are to be obeyed? Make haste and carry the parcel.'

"'And tell nurse to read my letter,' said Evelyn; 'and to send me word
if she has read it; she will be so glad, I know.'

"As soon as Richard was gone, Harris called Evelyn to her, and, lifting
her on her knee, she began to kiss and praise her, and to coax her, but
not in the old way by telling her of her beauty and her grandeur, but
by flattering her about her kindness and her gratitude to nurse.

"'I love nurse, Harris,' answered Evelyn.

"'And she