' Then she
added, 'I am beginning to wish to earn a little money myself, for I
want to give a very kind person back what he gave me.'"
Noel gave Daisy's thin little hand a squeeze. Primrose looked at the
two, and stopped speaking. After a moment's pause she said suddenly--
"I don't like the plan; I never can like it. Mrs. Ellsworthy is all
that is kind, but she is no relation of ours. She lived in the same
place with us for years, and she never even called on our mother. Oh,
I don't blame her; she naturally thought that people who lived in an
humble little cottage at Rosebury were not ladies, but you see we are
ladies, and we cannot help feeling sore. I may agree to the plan--I
may be forced to agree to it for Jasmine's and Daisy's sakes--but I
can never, never like it."
Here Primrose went out of the room.
"She was crying for a long time last night," whispered Daisy; "it
hurts her dreadfully to take Mrs. Ellsworthy's money. I don't suppose
I mind it so much, because I was coming to Mrs. Ellsworthy to ask her
for some money. I did not find her, and I was miserable until you
found me and helped me, Prince. Then I love Mrs. Ellsworthy, and so
does Jasmine.
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