Why can't we have some more coal?
this is much too small a fire for weather with snow on the ground, and
a horrid, odious fog filling every corner."
"Hush!" said Primrose, laying down her work, and stooping towards her
younger sister, who sat on the hearthrug, "I am keeping the coal to
put on until Daisy wakes. You know, Jasmine, we resolved not to run up
any bills, and I cannot get in any coal until Mr. Danesfield sends us
our next quarter's allowance--wrap my fur cloak round you, darling,
and then you will be quite warm."
Jasmine shivered, but rising slowly, she went into the bedroom, and
returned in a moment, not with the fur cloak, but with a white woolly
shawl. "The day for Mr. Danesfield's money will arrive in less than a
week," she said. "Oh, Primrose! I thought you were going to be a good
manager; I did not think you were going to bring us to this."
Primrose smiled.
"Jasmine, dear," she said, "you are not quite brave to-night, or you
would not speak to me in that tone. You forget that we should not have
been short of money had not that five-pound note been stolen from us.
When Mr. Danesfield's allowance comes in we shall be able to go on as
usual, and then you need not suffer from a short allowance of fire.
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