"Oh, Mr. Noel, if
you are in any sense a true friend, won't you try to find her?"
"Yes, Jasmine; I will never rest until I find her. I am glad I came in
to-day. I came to ask you to do something for me, but I find you want
my help instead. I will come here this evening, about the time your
sister is likely to be back, and I will then go and look for Daisy, in
case she is not found. Don't be frightened, Jasmine, I am quite sure
we shall soon get tidings of the dear little girl."
"And do you know," said Jasmine, who felt a little comforted, "that we
have not only lost Daisy, but all our quarter's money. It is most
mysterious. Primrose gave Daisy a check to take care of for her, and
Daisy says she has gone away because the cheque is lost. We have no
money now that the cheque is lost, except just what Primrose earns
from Mrs. Mortlock."
"There's a likelihood of some more earnings presently, Miss Jasmine,"
here interposed Poppy, in a cheerful voice; "there's a likelihood of a
good bit more money when this powerful and thrilling romance is
published."
"Your story, Jasmine?" said Noel, "and in type? Who did you get to
publish it, my dear child? Oh, you must let me read this.
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