Losing money makes one's heart ache
terrible, Poppy, and I would rather bear my own heartache than give it
to another person."
"Mrs. Ellsworthy is made of money," repeated Poppy, "and L17 10_s._
would be no more than a feather's weight to her. All the same, I can't
make out what you're driving at, Miss Daisy."
"I wonder if Mrs. Ellsworthy is at Shortlands now," continued Daisy.
"To be sure she is, Miss Daisy; shall I take her any message when I
goes back home?"
"Oh, no, Poppy, thank you very much. Poppy, I wish you had not lent
all that money to Jasmine two days ago--you have not any money in your
pocket now, have you, Poppy?"
Poppy gave a slight sigh.
"Just the price of a third single to Rosebury, and no more, Miss
Daisy, darling."
"Oh, dear me," said Daisy, "it's just exactly that much money which
would make me perfectly happy. Must you go to Rosebury to-night,
Poppy?"
"Well, missy, I'd do something to make you 'appy, but I don't know
where to go if I don't go to my home--to be sure, Aunt Flint would
give her eyes to get me back again, but I fears that even for you,
Miss Daisy, I can't bear no more of that Sarah game."
"But don't you think you might be able to bear it just for a week,
Poppy? If I loved you always and always all the rest of my life, do
you think you could bear it just for one little week longer? I'd be
sure to let you have the money back again then, dear Poppy.
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