You go to bed, my darling--there's a
Providence over us, and he'll find ways and means to help you."
Primrose rose to her feet, some tears came to her eyes, and taking
Hannah's hard old hand, she stooped and kissed her.
"I won't fret, Hannah," she said, "and I'll go to bed instantly. Thank
you for reminding me about God." Then she lit her bedroom candle and
went very gently up the stairs to her bedroom, but as she laid her
head on the pillow she said to herself--"Even Hannah sees that we
can't live on our income."
The next morning early Primrose said rather abruptly to her two
sisters--
"I have found out the meaning of Miss Martineau's fussiness and Mrs.
Ellsworthy's kindness. They are both sorry for us girls, for they know
we can't live on thirty pounds a year."
"Oh, what nonsense!" said Jasmine; "any one can live on thirty pounds
a year. Didn't you see how Poppy opened her eyes when we mentioned
it;--she thought it quite a lot of money, and said we could come to
London out of the savings. I am sure, Primrose, if any one ought to
know, it is Poppy, for her mother is really very poor."
"Mr. Danesfield, too, says we can't live on it," continued Primrose;
"and when I asked Hannah last night, she said 'Of course not'--that no
one expected us to.
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