I had a queer dream last night.

It seemed to me that mother came to me and said, 'Are you not foolish to cast away all your kind friends?
Try to remember that true independence is not too proud to lean on others.

Primrose, for my sake do not be over proud.' Mr.
Danesfield was always a friend of mother's," continued Primrose, "so I will keep his letter until we want it, and will write him a little note to thank him for it." Then the girls sat down by the open window and looked out into the street.

It was a very dull street, and the day was warm and murky, with no sun shining.
"This afternoon we will go out," said Primrose.

"I shall speak about it at lunch, and ask Mrs.Flint to allow us to take Poppy with us.