They mean to be kind, as I said, and they think they ought to guide our lives.
Of course, they consider us very young and very ignorant, and so they say they will provide for me in one way, and Jasmine in another, and Daisy in another.

Now what I say is this; let us choose our own lives, Jasmine and Daisy; don't let us do anything rude to our friends, for I know they are our friends, but let us be firm and keep together.

These people want to divide us; I say, let us keep together." "Of course," said Jasmine; "is that really what the letter means--separation?
Here, give it to me--" She snatched it from her sister, and flung it with energy to the other end of the apartment.
Daisy nestled her soft little face up close to her eldest sister's--Daisy was still feeling things incomprehensible, and was also a little frightened.
"Go on," continued Jasmine, "go on talking, Primrose--we are quite with you, Daisy and I--what nonsense the people must have in their heads if they think we three are going to part!" "But we are in a very painful and difficult position," continued Primrose.

"We have certainly got to earn our bread, and we don't at all know how to earn it.

We are not educated enough to go anywhere as governesses, although Miss Martineau did say that I might perhaps get a little place in the nursery; but in any case people would not want three governesses in one family, and, of course, Daisy is too young to earn anything for many a long day.