Jones.
"But you have found me so many 'all but' customers who just wished me
to have a few more lessons, Mr. Jones," said Primrose, smiling sadly.
"None like the present man--none like the present man, my dear young
lady," answered Mr. Jones, rubbing his fat hands softly together. "A
man who likes crudity, and calls it freshness, ain't to be found every
day of the week, Miss Mainwaring."
Primrose admitted this fact, and, bidding her teacher good evening,
without committing herself to any definite promise of taking further
lessons, she turned her steps homewards. Even Mr. Jones had scarcely
power to depress her to-night. She felt brave and bright, and all her
youth made itself manifest in her springing, elastic step. Now that
she was about to leave them, she felt horrified at the thought of
having lived so long with the Doves. Her sense of relief at the
thought of making her home with Miss Egerton was greater than she
could express.
She entered the house, and came upstairs singing a gay air under her
breath.
At the door of their attics she was met by Jasmine.
"Oh, Primrose! I have been watching for you. I am so glad you have
come. I cannot think what is the matter with Daisy.
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