"It is rude to tear up the letters of kind friends," she said. "I made
a proposal which would have been in every way suitable to you girls,
and you did not even trouble yourselves to read it. No, my loves, I am
not angry. Daisy, come and give me a kiss; Jasmine, hold my hand. Now
shall I tell you the little plan which you would not read about last
night?"
"Oh, we would not be rude to you for the world," said Jasmine. "Daisy,
come here, and give Mrs. Ellsworthy one of your sweetest kisses. Of
course I will hold your hand--I love you, and so does Daisy, and so
does--"
"No, so does _not_ Primrose," answered Mrs. Ellsworthy. "Primrose is
the opposing element--still I trust I may conquer her. Now, my
children, may I tell the plan?"
"Oh yes, do tell us," they both answered; but Jasmine added, "It will
not be of the slightest use, for we have made our own."
"Well, dear, plans of girls as young as you are made to be altered.
Now listen to my scheme.
"Mr. Ellsworthy writes for the papers and for one or two magazines. He
has scientific tastes, and writing in this way gives interest to his
life; but his eyes are not very strong, and he has for some time been
wishing for some nice girl to whom he can dictate his thoughts.
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