She went to her continual reading nearly an hour ago. Dear
Primrose! she sometimes looks quite pale and tired. Perhaps the letter
is about our secret, Jasmine; please do read it to me--please do."
But by this time Jasmine had torn the envelope open, and was
oblivious to all Daisy's comments. Her eager eyes devoured the
contents of an official-looking sheet of paper, then she danced up and
down the room, then she tossed the paper up to the ceiling, and
finally caught Daisy in her arms, and covered her little face with
kisses.
"Oh, Daisy, it's too good!--I'm so happy, I could almost cry. Daisy,
darling, he wants to see me about my story--he thinks it's very
fine--he says there are masterly bits in it--I'm to go and see him as
soon as possible."
"Him?" repeated Daisy; "but who is he, Jasmine?"
"He's the editor of one of the most powerful of all our magazines,"
said Jasmine; "the magazine is called _The Joy-bell_--hasn't it a
delicious title? Oh, Daisy! I must go at once to see him."
"Take me with you," said Daisy, coming up close to her sister--"take
me with you, darling, dear Jasmine. I'm much better, I've nearly lost
my cough, and the spring is coming; the air feels quite warm
to-day--do take me, Jasmine, for it is our own secret, and then, after
you've got your money--for I suppose you'll get a lot of money--we can
both tell Primrose to-night.
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