May I help you to find a way to put bread into your mouths?
I have thought it all out, and I think I know a plan.

If you will agree to it, you may keep your independence, Primrose; Jasmine may be developed into the kind of woman God meant her to become; and little Daisy need not fear the rude blasts of adverse fate." Here Daisy, who only partly understood the letter, burst into tears, and Primrose, taking her in her arms, allowed the closely written sheets to fall on the floor.
"I know what it means," she exclaimed, speaking with sudden fire and passion; "the same thing has been said to me by two different people already to-day.

Mr.Danesfield said it after his fashion, Miss Martineau after hers, and now Mrs.Ellsworthy repeats the words.

Oh, yes, I know what it means--separation--I will _never_ consent to it!" Jasmine had been kneeling on the floor and picking up the scattered sheets of Mrs.Ellsworthy's letter; she now raised her eyes in utter astonishment to her elder sister's face.

Primrose was not accustomed to giving utterance to strong feelings.