"Oh, darling little Mummy," she wrote, "I am sending you all the money I have.  Yes, you may be quite certain I will win the Scholarship by fair means or foul.  I feel nearly mad when I think of your sufferings; but never mind, once the Scholarship is won and I am declared to the world to be the Cherry Court Scholarship girl, once I am crowned queen on the great day of the Scholarship competition, I shall, I perceive well, be able to do exactly what I like with Aunt Susan, and then be sure you shall not want.  Please, dear Mummy, pay what is necessary of this to the doctor, and get yourself what you can in the way of nourishment.  I am most, most anxious about you, my own darling little Mummy, and I vow at any risk that you shall have my ten shillings a week for the present.  What do the girls at the school matter?  What matters anything if you are ill?  Oh, do take care of yourself for my sake, Mummy."