Penelope Mansion is, taking it all in all, a biting disappointment." "Well Poppy, Penelope Mansion is not the whole of London," said Jasmine, in a rather quavering, but would-be wise voice.
"Yes, but it's the London I has got to do with," answered Poppy Jenkins--"and oh! the worst of all is, that aunt won't have me called by my home name--she speaks of it most bitter as a 'weed.' She says poppies are what are meant in the Scripter by the tares.

Don't it sound real awful ?--I trembled all over when she told me that.

So Sarah I am here, and Sarah Ann, and Sarah Jane, and Sarah Mary the ladies calls me.

When they're in a very good humor I'm Sarah Mary, and when they're a bit put out it's Sarah Jane they calls for, and now and then I'm Sarah Ann--then I know I'm in for a scolding.

Oh yes, Miss Primrose, London is not what we thought it." "Never mind," said Primrose sweetly; "you'll always be Poppy to us, dear, and I know the tares were not poppies, so don't you fret--the poppy is a sweet flower, and Poppy is a sweet name for a girl.