No!
no! you say to this man: 'Hold out your hand, sir;' and when he has held
it, you give him a smack for his pains, and put your own hand back in
your pocket.--I am so glad to see you laughing, Mr. Noel! so glad to
see you getting back your good spirits. We will answer the letter by
advertisement, as the writer directs--advertisement is so cheap! Your
poor hand is trembling a little--shall I hold the pen for you? I am not
fit to do more; but I can always promise to hold the pen."
Without waiting for his reply she went into the back parlor, and
returned with pen, ink, and paper. Arranging a blotting-book on her
knees, and looking a model of cheerful submission, she placed herself
once more in front of her master's chair.
"Shall I write from your dictation, sir?" she inquired. "Or shall I make
a little sketch, and will you correct it afterward? I will make a little
sketch. Let me see the letter. We are to advertise in the _Times_, and
we are to address 'An Unknown Friend.' What shall I say, Mr. Noel? Stay;
I will write it, and then you can see for yourself: 'An Unknown Friend
is requested to mention (by advertisement) an address at which a letter
can reach him.
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