"Oh, thank you so much for those delicious chocolate creams," she
said. "Yes, I _do_ love chocolate creams, and you are so kind to give
them to me. Where do we spend our day?--but that is Primrose's
secret--you would not have me so naughty as to tell!"
So the week drew to an end, and the nest, as the girls called their
rooms, was finally ready for its inmates. The snowy-white muslin
curtains were really put up to the now clean windows--the walls,
covered with a delicate paper, had a soft, rosy glow about them--some
of the pretty home ornaments were judiciously scattered about, and the
rather small bedroom had three very small, but very white, little
beds in it.
"We'll go in for lots of flowers, you know," said Jasmine. "I don't
suppose even in London flowers are very dear."
At last there came a morning when the girls went away from Penelope
Mansion as usual, and only Mrs. Flint and Poppy knew that they were
not returning in the evening. Mrs. Flint felt rather indignant with
the young ladies for deserting her--not that she said anything for she
always made it a rule not to wear herself out with unnecessary words,
or with fretting, or with undue excitement; nevertheless, on this
occasion she was a little indignant, for surely, what place could
compare with the Mansion? Poor Poppy bade the young ladies, whom she
loved, good-bye with an almost breaking heart.
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