"It is the heart of the world," Jasmine was heard to say.

"Primrose, it is what we pictured it; in many ways it is even greater than what we pictured it.

Oh, don't your cheeks glow, and don't you feel that your eyes are shining when you look down Oxford Street?
Yes, it is lovely and grand, and I think we ought to show poor dear Poppy some more of its delights." Primrose was only too glad to give Poppy all the happiness in her power, and she and Jasmine arranged that they would take the little girl out with them on another expedition before they settled down finally to the great work of their lives.
"We'll spend five shillings," said Primrose, "we must not on any account spend more, but we will be extravagant, and give poor Poppy a real treat with one crown piece." "We had better ask her to come to-morrow," said Daisy; "five shillings seems a lot of money.

Do you think there will be enough over, Primrose, to buy me a tiny, tiny little doll ?" Primrose kissed Daisy, and said she would try somehow to manage the doll, and Jasmine was elected to go downstairs and sound Poppy on the subject of the morrow's treat.
The little maiden had made herself pretty well at home in the Mansion by this time, and she soon discovered Poppy in what was called the back scullery.

The ladies had all finished their mid-day meal, and were out.