He thinks," continued Primrose with her sweet, grave smile, "that I may be able to recoup myself for the expense of learning at the end of a few months." "And now," said Jasmine, "what am I to do?
It's all settled for you, Primrose--you will be an artist--and you shall paint a breakfast set for our nest in your odd moments, and I'll buy it from you when my ship comes home.

Oh! and we are both going to be very successful, are we not, darling?
and we won't have any trouble at all in supporting our pet Daisy and her kitty-cat.

You know, Primrose, my gifts lie in the poetic and novelistic line.

I have really thought of a glowing plot for a story since I came to London, and Mr.Dove is to be the ruffian of the piece.

I'll introduce Mrs.Dredge and poor Miss Slowcum too, and, of course, you'll be the heroine, my beautiful sister.