"
"No, Miss Jasmine," answered Poppy, "you're out altogether there, for
fifteen shillings in silver weighs more than three pounds in gold.
It's my heart, not my purse, that's light, Miss Jasmine--it has done
me a sight of good to help you, Miss Jasmine; I know he is a cheat in
there, but never mind, when your pretty, beautiful tale appears
there'll be a run on it, I think, and that _Joy-bell_ will be asked
for high and low. You'll pay me back, never fear, and I'll be real
proud to my dying day to feel that I was the first to help you."
That evening, as Jasmine and Daisy sat together waiting for Primrose
to return, Daisy said suddenly--
"Did you soar to-day, Jasmine, when you took Poppy's wages to have
your story printed?--was that what you call a soaring flight?"
Daisy spoke innocently, and with real desire for information, but at
her words Jasmine covered her face and burst into tears.
"What a cruel remark, Eyebright," she said. "Do you know I'm quite
miserable about this; I've been getting more and more wretched ever
since I left that man's office. Suppose, Daisy, I don't sell a hundred
copies of _The Joy-bell_; then I shall never be able to have any more
of my story printed, and I shall never have it in my power to pay
Poppy back.
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