"
"Well now, she doesn't write well--not really--her hand moves so
slowly, and I have seen some spelling mistakes now and then in her
letters--I fly over the page myself, but then I only can read my own
writing. I am greatly afraid that poor Mr. Ellsworthy would find
Primrose a bad secretary. No, no, no; ours is a much, much better
plan. You see, Mrs. Ellsworthy, you must not be angry with us--we love
you very much--we are greatly obliged to you, but we have quite made
up our minds--we will not be separated. Ah! here comes Primrose.
Primrose, darling, here is Mrs. Ellsworthy--she is just going to
listen to our plan--she has told us hers, and I have been explaining
to her that it will not answer, for Daisy and I are determined not to
go to school, and you know, Primrose, you are really stupid with your
pen."
"How do you do, Mrs. Ellsworthy?" said Primrose--she came in looking
fagged and tired, and with a worried expression between her eyebrows.
"Mrs. Ellsworthy," she said, "I am most grateful to you for being so
kind to us. I know you won't approve at all of our plan--you will
agree with Mr. Danesfield, who said he thought we had taken leave of
our senses, but I think we have made up our minds, and as we have no
guardian, there is no one to prevent us doing as we please.
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