"She is perfectly at liberty to choose her own life, and I, for one, am not going to add to her troubles by needlessly opposing her.

Very likely the girls will get on in London--they are spirited girls, and they may do better for themselves by struggling for independence than by living with the Ellsworthys.

I always did maintain that work hurts no one." So Primrose carried out her little plans, and made all arrangements, and her friends, when they found she would not yield, came round her, and began to counsel her as to the best place to go to.
Mrs.Ellsworthy was, after all, the first to forgive the girls.

She felt very indignant, and stayed away for more than a week; but one evening, when the day's packing was over, and the three, rather tired but quite cheerful and full of hope, were sitting down to their tea, her carriage was seen to draw up to the door, and the little lady, bustling and good-natured as ever, entered the drawing-room.
"My dears," she said, holding out a hand each to Primrose and Daisy, but imprinting a kiss on her favorite Jasmine's brow, "my dears--Oh, of course, I am still very angry! I see, too, that you are at that horrid packing; but if you must go, there is a Mrs.Moore--such a good soul, a widow, and quite a lady--indeed, I may say highly connected.
She lives in Kensington, and I have written to her.

My dears, she would be charmed to take you all into her family.