"[...] Betty took it up; she saw the money and the lock of hair; she read the words-it was all plain to her in a moment. She stood open-mouthed, with her eyes staring on the paper as one spell-bound, then she burst out into a bitter cry, - "Oh, mother, mother! it cannot be, it cannot be! he wouldn't leave us so! Oh, Sammul, Sammul, what must we do? It's the drink has done it-fayther's drink has done it! I shall never see you, Sammul, any more! Mother," she suddenly added, dropping the apron which she had lifted to her streaming eyes, "where's fayther? Does he know?" "Yes; he knows well enough; he's off to your Uncle John's. Oh, what shall we do if he doesn't bring our[...]."
- Paperback | 266 pages
- 152.4 x 228.6 x 12.7mm | 394.62g
- 16 Jul 2015
- Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
- United States
- black & white illustrations