"
"Oh, I'm sure if I can," said little Daisy, still in that slightly
patronizing voice, for the little maid's head was almost turned by
being thus appealed to. "Is it to sew on buttons for you, Jasmine? for
though I don't like sewing on buttons, I'll do it, or even--even--I'll
darn your stockings, dear Jasmine."
Jasmine laughed.
"It's nothing of that kind, Eyebright; it's something much, much more
important. You know, Daisy, what we came up to London for--why, of
course you know why we left all our dear friends, and are living in
about the very dullest part of London--of course you know?"
"Was it?" said Daisy, looking dubious; "was it--I never could quite
make out--because Primrose did not like Mrs. Ellsworthy?"
"Oh, you silly, silly little thing! What a dreadful thing to get into
your head, Daisy-flower! I did think you knew why we came to town, and
gave everything up, and made ourselves so miserable."
"We did make ourselves miserable," sighed Daisy, "and I had to take
Mr. Dove for my friend. I like to have him for my friend, though. What
was the reason, please, Jasmine?"
"We came to London for the glorious privilege of being independent,"
chanted Jasmine, in a majestic voice.
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