"Dear, you must know that if your father wanted you, or thought it necessary that you should be home, that he would send for you, and you could go at once, so do not feel yourself a prisoner." Then she read the letter slowly and carefully through.
"Isn't it dreadful ?" sighed Kitty, looking up at her as she laid the letter down.
"It is a trouble for you certainly, dear," said Miss Pidsley.

"But I think you have every reason to hope that your father may soon be well and strong again, and in the meantime I see he has given you plenty to do for him.

Don't let him know that you are not able or willing to do what he asks you to." "What has he asked me to do ?" cried Kitty, starting up eager to begin then and there.
Miss Pidsley held out the letter, and pointed out one particular paragraph.

"If you want to help me--and I know you will--you must be as happy and do as well at school as you possibly can.

That will help me more than anything." "But that can't really help him, and--and it is so difficult." Kitty looked up into Miss Pidsley's face very dolefully.
"But it does help, dear, more than you can imagine.