CHAPTER X.
WAYS OF EARNING A LIVING.
That night, after her sisters were in bed, Primrose again sat up
late--once again she read her mother's letter; then burying her face
in her hands, she sat for a long, long time lost in thought.
Jasmine and Daisy, all unconcerned and unconscious, slept overhead,
but Hannah was anxious about her young mistress, and stepped into the
drawing-room, and said in her kind voice--
"Hadn't you better be getting your beauty sleep, missie?"
"Oh, Hannah! I am so anxious," said Primrose.
"Now, deary, whatever for?" asked the old servant.
Primrose hesitated. She wanted to talk to Hannah about her mother's
letter; she half took it out of her pocket, then she restrained
herself.
"Another time," she whispered to herself. Aloud she said--
"Hannah, Mrs. Ellsworthy and Miss Martineau hinted to me what Mr.
Danesfield said plainly to-day--we three girls have not got money
enough to live on."
"Eh, dear!" answered Hannah, dropping on to the nearest chair, "and
are you putting yourself out about that, my pretty? Why, tisn't likely
that you three young ladies could support yourselves. Don't you fret
about that, Miss Primrose; why, you'll get quite old with fretting,
and lose all your nice looks.
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