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"Well, then, leave me to write my letters, and do you prepare your
saddle-bags. Patience and Clara will assist you. Tell Sampson to come
to me."
Edward went to Patience and Clara, and told them that he was to set
off for London on the following morning, and was about to make his
preparations.
"How long do you remain, Edward?" inquired Patience.
"I can not tell; Sampson goes with me, and I must, of course, be
guided by your father. Do you know where the saddle-bags are,
Patience?"
"Yes; Phoebe shall bring them to your room."
"And you and Clara must come and give me your assistance."
"Certainly we will, if you require it; but I did not know that your
wardrobe was so extensive."
"You know that it is any thing but extensive, Patience; but that is
the reason why your assistance is more required. A small wardrobe
ought at least to be in good order; and what I would require is, that
you would look over the linen, and where it requires a little repair,
you will bestow upon it your charity."
"That we will do, Clara;" replied Patience; "so get your needles and
thread, and let us send him to London with whole linen. We will come
when we are ready, sir."
"I don't like his going to London at all," said Clara, "we shall be so
lonely when he is gone.
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