So he did.
The note was very short and the spelling was funny, though we didn't
think of that until afterward; this is what was in it: "We are not
goging to stay here to be treted like this so we have run away we are
goging to Nannie becaws she tretes us good. I have token my new
parrasole for the sun goodby we have Jugs bank with us Kathie."
Poor Nonie! that just broke her all up! She cried and cried! "I _didn't_
ill-treat them; I was trying to do my _very_ best for them. If I _was_
cross, I didn't mean it,--and they _had_ to be made to mind," she kept
saying between her sobs. "And now they've gone off in this dreadful way!
Oh, _suppose_ some tramp should get hold of them--or they should be run
over or hurt--or--we--should--_never_ see them again! Oh--_oh!_ what
shall I say to papa and Nannie!"
"Oh, shure, Miss Nora, you don't mane to say the darlints is ralely
_lost_!" exclaimed Hannah, and with that _she_ began to bawl; Phil had
to send her right down stairs, and warn her against letting nurse know.
Then we tried to comfort Nora. "You've done your level best, and nobody
can do any more than that," Phil said, drawing Nora to him, and pressing
her face down hard on his shoulder, while he patted her cheek.
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