She is called Pamela Peters, and I want to bring her home with me for the holidays, because she has no father or mother, or home, or anything but a guardian, a very cross old man, and I want her to see what jolly times we have.

I think I shall like another girl too, called Hope Carey.

She is quite little, about your age, and is very unhappy.

Her mother was very ill when she left home, and she is always thinking about her and fretting.

I think it was very cruel to send her back until her mother was better.