I think I must have yielded to temptation that time;
perhaps I'm nothing but a vain little girl, and think myself cleverer
than I am."
"Oh, I'm sure you're a genius, Jasmine," said Daisy. "I know, for I
have studied your face a great deal; in the story-books I generally
notice that the geniuses have the same kind of face that you
have--they generally have a little discontented, surprised look about
them. I admire the expression very much myself, and sometimes when I'm
alone--for you know you and Primrose have to leave me a good deal
alone--I try to practice it before the glass. I think it's mostly
done with a rise of the eyebrows, but I never can keep mine up long
enough."
Jasmine laughed.
"I do hope I am a genius," she said; "I have always longed so to be
one. If I really am, it will be all right about Poppy's money, for, of
course, the public will try to buy my story. It's really rather a
striking story, Daisy. There's a girl in it who does such wonderfully
self-denying things--she never thinks of herself for a moment--she is
very poor, and yet she earns money in all sorts of delightful ways,
and supports her family--she has got two sisters--they are not half as
clever as she is at earning money.
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