"Oh!" said Spen, "it's a story," and he settled himself to listen. "Well," said Daddy with a sigh, "long, long ago-" "Oh, Daddy, do 'splain yourself, you are not 'splaining yourself at all," said Veda. "Well, we do–at least, the big island and the little island belong to each other." "But this is an island, a great big one, Mother says, so how can we belong to a little island?" asked Spen. "I mean, 'the little island in the west' to which we belong, and where I used to live," said Daddy. "The old country, Daddy?" said Veda, leaving her dolls and coming to lean against her father's knee, "the old country? What do you mean?" "From home!" said Spen, laughing, "why, Daddy, this is home." Listened to the crackle of the thin paper. "WHAT a funny letter, Daddy," said Spen, as he lookedĪt the narrow envelope which had just arrived, and 'CHARLES THE KING WALKED FOR THE LAST TIME THROUGH THE STREETS OF LONDON.'
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