Mrs.Flint felt rather indignant with the young ladies for deserting her--not that she said anything for she always made it a rule not to wear herself out with unnecessary words, or with fretting, or with undue excitement; nevertheless, on this occasion she was a little indignant, for surely, what place could compare with the Mansion?
Poor Poppy bade the young ladies, whom she loved, good-bye with an almost breaking heart.
"It's all one, Miss Jasmine," she exclaimed; "if it was my dying breath, I'd have to own that London is not what we pictered it--vanities there is, and troubles there is, and disappointments most numerous and most biting.

But for the one happy day I spent out with you dear young ladies, I hasn't known no happiness in London.

Oh, Miss Jasmine," drawing up short and looking her young lady full in the face--"what dreadful lies them novels tells! I read them afore I came, and I made up such wonderful picters; but I will own that what with the ladies in this mansion, as worrit me almost past bearing, and what with you going away all secret like, and what with me being no longer Poppy the tare, but Sarah Jane the drudge, even if I was to get one of the bonnets that they show in the shop windows in Bond Street, why, it wouldn't draw a smile from me Miss Jasmine!".