Now, Daisy,
that is the end of my story; I've got nothing more to say about it,
for at present I know nothing more. Good-night, dear--I will send
Primrose to you. I will come to you when you want me again."
CHAPTER XLVI.
DELIVERED FROM THE OGRE.
"Here's the money, Primrose--here's all the money," said little Daisy,
in a weak, weak voice, when her sister came up to her bedside, and
bent over her. "It was lost and the Prince brought it back; you won't
ask me any questions about it, will you, Primrose?"
"No," exclaimed Primrose, in her very quiet and matter-of-fact
voice--the kind of voice which was most soothing to the excitable and
nervous child at the present moment.
"I'm glad to have it back, Daisy, dear, for I have missed it; but of
course, I shan't ask you any questions about it. I shall just put it
into my purse, and you shall see what a nice fat purse I have got once
more."
Then Primrose held her little sister's hand, and shook up her pillows,
and tended her as only she knew how, but all that night Daisy grew
more and more restless. The drowsy state in which she had hitherto
been had changed to one of wakefulness. All through the long night
the little creature's bright eyes remained open, and her anxious face
had a question on it which yet she never spoke.
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