"I can't see her, Hannah," poor little Daisy said. "Of all people in
all the world, I can't see my own Primrose. Oh, if only I were well
enough to go to Mrs. Ellsworthy, or if only the Prince would come!"
Primrose heard Daisy's weak little voice through the thin walls of
Hannah's cottage.
"Hannah," she said, "I know who Daisy means by the Prince. The Prince
is that kind Mr. Noel, who has been helping me to find the little
darling. If he has not gone back to London, for he said he would go
back at once after he knew we had found Daisy, he could come to her.
Oh, Hannah," continued poor Primrose, "I cannot think what has
happened to your dear baby, Daisy. I begin to believe what Mr. Noel
has been hinting to me--that some one has got a secret influence over
her."
"We had better see and find this Mr. Noel at once, miss, now," said
practical Hannah. "We can think of secret influences and all that sort
of thing when we have found the gentleman whom the dear child is
pining to see. If Mr. Noel is still at Rosebury you had better put on
your hat, Miss Primrose, and walk across the fields to the village,
and bring him back with you. I'll stay with Miss Daisy and soothe her
the best way I can.
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