Nell clutched the letter. He could make out a few of the words – his name, and Miss Constance’s mostly – but a peak in the boxes had told him what the letter most likely said. All the beautiful things she’d packed up for him, for the theatre, they were simply stunning. There was more here than they could afford in a year and made of the most sumptuous fabrics.
“Harry! Harry.” He called. “Look what Miss Constance has sent us! Look!”