"
"I presume you are addressing me, Joseph," said Mrs. Ellsworthy.
"I--I--this is unexpected; but anything to get it over. My dear girls,
you have come here to-day to hear what we have arranged for you. We
felt you could not go on as you have been doing."
"Impossible," here interrupted Mr. Danesfield. "They were the victims
of thieves and rogues. The thing could not have gone on a day longer."
"So we made plans--very nice plans," continued Mrs. Ellsworthy. "It
never occurred to us that they would be knocked on the head, crushed,
obliterated. Oh, I am very happy, of course, but I could cry at having
my plans spoiled a second time."
"I don't think they are really spoiled," said Primrose who had grown
very white, and now rose to her feet. "I know I was proud about
accepting help. I had such a longing to be independent. Perhaps I feel
sore about accepting help still, but I have made up my mind; for all
our sakes it is best. I submit--I give in--I am very grateful."
"Perhaps, Primrose," said Mrs. Ellsworthy, whose bright eyes were now
full of tears, "I may convince you yet that you have no cause to feel
sore, and that proud heart of yours will not be pained.
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