"On one point we have quite made up our minds," said Jasmine,
sturdily; "we won't go back to the Mansion until we have found rooms."
The truth of Mrs. Dredge's prophecy became only too apparent. All the
apartments that were bright and clean and cheery were quite too
expensive for Primrose's slender purse. At last she came to a
resolution.
"Girls," she said, "we must take rooms that look dirty, and make them
clean. We have at least been taught how to polish, and how to scrub,
and how to clean. You know, Jasmine, how shocked Miss Martineau was
when she saw you one day with a pair of gloves on down on your knees
polishing the drawing-room grate at Rosebury. You said you liked to do
it. How distressed she was! and how that grate did shine!"
"Don't let us talk about Rosebury just now," said Jasmine, with a
quiver in her voice. "Yes, Primrose darling, of course we can make our
own rooms clean--we can even re-paper the walls, and we can whitewash
the ceilings. Now we know exactly what to do. At the very next house
where we see 'Apartments to Let,' we'll ask for dirty rooms, then of
course we'll get them cheap."
"Those attics that we saw at that last house?" questioned Primrose,
thoughtfully.
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