Sweethearts at Home Part 26

DEAR SIR--(I would put "Publisher," but am not sure whether it is spelt with a B or a P--in the middle, I mean.) The boys want me to join in their protest, but you will excuse me, dear Sir.

And the reason is that I sleep in the same room with the auth.o.r.ess. If you have any little girls, they will understand.

Yours Afftly, MAID MARGARET.

Letter No. 4 Elizabeth Fortinbras's Letter.

DEAR SIR--There has been a good deal said about me in these pages, perhaps more than I should have liked if the Editor had given my real name. Of course Miss Sweetheart is far too loving to set down anything untrue or unkind. Indeed, she has made me out far better than I deserve, and has very kindly altered relationships, so that n.o.body's feelings will be hurt. For they will not know that it is they who are meant--I mean, not in my own family.

Now, the Editor tells me that all the people who read the book will be anxious to know what became of me--if I married, and whom! I should be very glad indeed to satisfy the curiosity of these good folk. I know what it is myself to glance over to the last page of a book and see "if it happened all right."

But you see that I am still very happy at New Erin Villa, which is no longer a "villa," but a proper shop, with a house at the back big enough for us all to live happily in. We have a good maid for the inside work, and I have added a special "icing"

department, where people can have their own home-made cakes iced and fired. Besides, I give cookery lessons twice a week in the evenings to all the mill-girls, and Polly Pretend comes over to help me sometimes. Sweetheart, too, and Miss Davenant Carter come when they can, and are a great encouragement.

I don't mean to say, like most girls, that I never will get married. Perhaps I may, but it will be a very long time yet. I am quite content as things are, and, most important of all, I have yet to see the man I would freely marry darken the doors of Erin Villa! All I want to say is that Sweetheart has seen me and my doings through the sunlight of her own loving eyes--just as Hugh John and I have often looked at the long lines of cornstooks in the last rays of a September sun, and thought how much the common hills and holms and cornlands of Edam gained by the warm glow which caressed them. But how much the more I, who sign myself

THE GIRL BEHIND THE COUNTER.

NO. 5. CERTIFICATE.

This is to guarantee that the above letters are whole and exact copies of the originals, without alteration, suppression, or amendment.

THE EDITOR.

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