"I've only made six mistakes and three blots," he said; "now may I drop
the sealing wax over it? I've got a lovely red piece in my pocket."
"I think I have to write my name at the bottom first, I know father did.
Give me the pen."
Dudley handed it, and wondered why Roy's fingers shook so as he signed
his name.
"Is that all?"
"No, wait a moment. I want to write something myself."
And then in a large scrawl at the bottom of the paper Roy wrote--
"This boy died before he had time to serve
the Queen, he tried to serve God, and he tried
to do good to some people, only they turned
out mistakes. He hopes the Queen will forgive
him; he knows God will. Amen."
Dudley read this with awe.
"And is that a will?" he asked.
"Yes, let me drop some sealing wax; fetch a candle!"
Dudley was longing to do this part himself, but he generously said
nothing, and presented Roy with a brass button out of his pocket, to
stamp on the hot wax.
A lot of sealing wax was dropped indiscriminately all over the paper,
and then old nurse appeared on the scene to order Dudley off.
"You've been far too long with him already, to my mind," she said; "if
Miss Bertram wasn't beside herself she would never have given you
permission at all; he ought to have been kept extra quiet, and he's
worked himself all in a fever again.
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