"Maybe when
you're having your dinner bye-and-bye, miss, you won't object to me
telling you what I thinks of it."
"Only I shan't care in the least what you think to-day, dear Poppy,"
answered poor little Jasmine, in a tone of deep melancholy.
She went and stood by the window, and Poppy ensconced herself
comfortably on the sofa, and began to enjoy herself as best she could
under the circumstances.
In about an hour there came a tap at the door, and Arthur Noel came
in. Jasmine gave a little pleased exclamation when she saw him; then
she ran forward, took his hand in hers, and burst into tears.
"Daisy is lost," she said; "our sweet little Daisy, who loved you so
much, is lost."
"It's inferred that she's gone down with a single third to Rosebury,
sir," here interposed Poppy.
"Come and tell me all about it, Jasmine," said Noel, in his most
sympathizing tones. He led the poor little girl to the sofa, and,
sitting down by her, listened attentively to her story.
"But the Ellsworthys are in London," he said, when he heard that Daisy
had gone to them.
On hearing this news poor Jasmine burst into floods of fresh weeping.
"Oh, then she's sure to be quite lost!" she said.
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