We are going out, and you are coming with
us, and we are going to spend five shillings."
Poppy's cheeks flushed a vivid crimson, her eyes sparkled, and her
small feet began involuntarily to dance.
"I has set my heart on something beauteous," she said, "and, oh, dear,
Miss Jasmine, you will do it, won't you? You won't let none of them
biting disappointments with which the air is choke full, as full as it
is of smuts, come in the way. If you three darling ladies spend a
crown piece, and take me abroad, we'll be on pleasure bent, and on
pleasure alone. Say so, do, Miss Jasmine."
"Why, Poppy, of course we are going for pleasure; what do you mean?"
"Only that we won't be going Cathedraling and Towering. I don't say
nothing ag'in them places, but when I wants real pleasure, and a crown
piece spent on me, I don't go in for no Cathedraling."
Jasmine laughed. "I tell you what," she said, "you shall choose the
pleasure yourself, Poppy. It's your treat, and you shall choose. Now,
do say what hour you will be ready to start to-morrow, for we want to
go early, and have a real long day."
"Let's think," said Poppy. "To-morrow is, yes, to-morrow is Thursday.
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