Her
little sister had once more flown to the Pink for consolation; she was
holding the little animal tightly in her arms, and was rocking herself
backwards and forwards, and sobbing under her breath.
Primrose knelt down by her.
"What is it, my own little darling?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing, Primrose," said poor little Daisy, raising her
tear-stained face; "nothing really, dear Primrose, only I don't like
to leave the poor Doves."
"Oh, is that all?" said Primrose, in a very cheerful tone. "Why,
Daisy, you did not at all mind leaving them a couple of days ago; but
if you are really fond of them you can still see them occasionally,
for we are not going far away."
"I don't wish to leave the poor Doves," repeated Daisy, bending down
over the Pink, and her tears falling afresh.
"But, Daisy dear, how very funny of you to speak like this! You know,
darling, you must allow Jasmine and me to decide for you; we feel that
you will be much happier and much more comfortable with Mrs. Egerton.
Come, Daisy, these tears are very bad for you in your weak state. Let
me wash your face and hands, and take you into the other room to a
nice surprise supper sent by Miss Egerton.
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