Jasmine was too excited and too eager to be off to notice Poppy's
attire particularly, and when her hat and general get-up were received
without a comment the little maid whispered to herself, "It's only
another of the _bitings_; life's full of them--choke-full."
"Where are we going, Miss Jasmine?" she asked aloud, smothering back a
slight sigh.
"Business first, Poppy," said Jasmine--"business first and then
pleasure. I thought we'd make a little programme in this way--we'd
visit the publishers at their seats of learning in the morning hours;
in the afternoon we might go to Madame Tussaud's or a picture
gallery--I'd prefer that, but of course naturally you'd go in for
Madame Tussaud's, Poppy; then in the evening we'll go and have tea
with Daisy. We'll bring something nice in for tea, and Daisy will be
so happy. I expect to have very good news to bring to my little sister
to-night, Poppy."
"Oh, indeed, miss, I'm sure I'm gratified to hear that same. I think,
Miss Jasmine, that the programme sounds sensible--the dull part first,
and then the pleasure, and then the needed refreshment for our hungry
bodies. All things considered, Miss Jasmine, seeing that I eats the
bread of toil from morn to eve, and have a swimming head, owing to
being Sarah with every other name tacked on, I think it might be best
for me to be enlivened with the waxen figures, miss, and not to have
my poor brain worrited with picters.
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