You spoke about a plan, and you said it was a delightful plan, but--but before we read that part of your letter Primrose thought of another plan of her own, and _it_ was so exquisite, so perfect, that we tore up your plan for fear we should be tempted by it.

We don't know your plan, Mrs.Ellsworthy, and we don't want it, for we have made our own, and ours is--yes, ours is lovely!" Mrs.Ellsworthy had an expressive face, and while Jasmine was talking it changed and grew anxious; her husband's words, "She is not our Jasmine yet," returned to her.

Like many rich and pretty women, she was unaccustomed to opposition, and when it came it but whetted her desire, and made her also feel irritable.
"It is rude to tear up the letters of kind friends," she said.

"I made a proposal which would have been in every way suitable to you girls, and you did not even trouble yourselves to read it.

No, my loves, I am not angry.