I promised I wouldn't; it would
be dreadful to break one's promise. Of course I know where people go
who break their promises. No, I promised Mr. Dove, and I must always,
and always, and always keep my word; but I did not promise him that
I'd stay here. He wanted me to, and I just had it on the tip of my
tongue, for I was dreadfully frightened, but he heard a noise, and he
went away. I'm so glad I didn't promise, because the Prince says I
should go and live in the Palace Beautiful. He thinks I'm a selfish
little girl. Oh dear! how terrified I shall be, but I won't be a
selfish little girl, and keep Primrose and Jasmine away from the
Palace, and break the kind lady's heart. I must try and write a very
private little note to Mr. Dove, and tell him that though I am going
away I'll always and always keep my word about the sweeties, and I'll
always be his truest of friends, although I do fear him more than
anything in the world."
Here Primrose came in, and poor little Daisy roused herself, and tried
to talk cheerfully.
"Primrose," she said, "do you mind my writing a letter which nobody is
to see?"
Primrose laughed.
"You funny pet!" she said; "if no one is to see the letter why do you
trouble to write it?"
"I only mean, Primrose," continued Daisy, "that you are not to see it,
nor Jasmine, nor Miss Egerton, nor Mr.
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