"
"Quite right, Poppy," said Jasmine; "run upstairs now, and be as
quick as possible, and I will wait for you in the hall."
Poppy did not need to be told to hasten; she flew up to the small
attic which she occupied at the top of the house, and made a hasty
and, she hoped, a brilliant toilet. She had been thinking for weeks of
this day; for since Primrose had come to Mrs. Mortlock's Jasmine had
promised Poppy that she was to spend her holiday with her, and Poppy
had been getting ready her toilet with a view to the occasion.
Her dress, after all, was only an ordinary and somewhat shabby brown
one, but she had adorned her tight-fitting black jacket with a
sky-blue bow, which hung down in front with what she considered "truly
hartistic folds." Poppy's hat, however, was her master-piece; it was a
rather small white straw hat, trimmed with dark blue velvet, and
adorned with a scarlet tip and a bunch of yellow daffodils.
Poppy's black eyes gleamed mischievously under the shade of this
brilliant hat, and her cheeks rivalled the scarlet tip in their color.
With her little purse clasped tightly in her hand she tripped
downstairs and joined Jasmine.
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