Mrs.Mortlock, who was stout, and rich, and good-tempered, tried the effect of a little bribery on Daisy, but the sweet, staunch little maid would not be corrupted.
"Oh, thank you so much for those delicious chocolate creams," she said.

"Yes, I _do_ love chocolate creams, and you are so kind to give them to me.

Where do we spend our day ?--but that is Primrose's secret--you would not have me so naughty as to tell!" So the week drew to an end, and the nest, as the girls called their rooms, was finally ready for its inmates.

The snowy-white muslin curtains were really put up to the now clean windows--the walls, covered with a delicate paper, had a soft, rosy glow about them--some of the pretty home ornaments were judiciously scattered about, and the rather small bedroom had three very small, but very white, little beds in it.
"We'll go in for lots of flowers, you know," said Jasmine.

"I don't suppose even in London flowers are very dear." At last there came a morning when the girls went away from Penelope Mansion as usual, and only Mrs.Flint and Poppy knew that they were not returning in the evening.