By the end of a week Mrs.Dove scarcely knew her attic apartments--elegant she now called them--a charming suite.

The enthusiasm of the three young workers even infected Mrs.Dove, who condescended to clean the windows, and to rub up the shabby furniture, so that when, at the end of the week, the attics were ready for occupation, they were by no means so unlike Jasmine's ideal London rooms as might have been expected.

The girls kept their own counsel, and during the week they were preparing for their flight to Eden Street--for No.

10 Eden Street would be their future address--they told no one at Penelope Mansion of their little plans.

The good ladies of the Mansion, Mrs.Flint excepted, were very curious about them; they wondered why the girls disappeared every day immediately after breakfast, and came back looking hot and tired, and yet with bright and contented faces, at night; but Jasmine had ceased to confide in Mrs.Dredge; and Primrose, when she chose to be dignified, had quite power enough to keep even Miss Slowcum at a distance.