"
Tears started to Hannah's eyes.
"I've been always saving up for this, Miss Primrose, and if you will
talk of paying me at all, I'll never forgive you; aren't you my
nurslings, all three of you, and the only creatures I have got to live
for?"
In the meantime while things were mending for Primrose and Daisy, and
Daisy was beginning once more to get that soft pink in her cheeks
which gave her such a curious and touching likeness to her
name-flower, poor little Jasmine, left behind in her Palace Beautiful,
was not having quite so good a time.
Jasmine was beset by several worries and anxieties; she was also
extremely lonely, for Miss Egerton, owing to the dangerous illness of
a near relation, was still absent from home, and Poppy, driven by the
dire necessity of earning bread to eat, had been obliged to return, as
little maid-of-all-work, to Penelope Mansion.
Jasmine was alone, but she was a brave child, and her strong longing
now was to help Primrose, and above all things not to ask for any
money from her.
For the first few days after Primrose had gone to the country the poor
little girl's resources were very meagre indeed. She had thought that
first sovereign she had earned simply inexhaustible, but it was
surprising how it melted in her inexperienced grasp, and how very,
very little it seemed capable of purchasing.
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