I have got a poem now in the back of my head which would exactly suit the ---- _Review_.

It's almost exactly on the lines of one they published not long ago by Tennyson; but I'd rather not send it until I've had a lesson or two from some gifted person here--who shall I go to, Primrose ?" "You must go to a school, of course," answered Primrose.

"There is a seminary for young ladies just round the corner--we will call there this afternoon, and find out if the lady can give you lessons." Miss Egerton, the principal of the seminary in question, opened her eyes a good deal at Jasmine's modest request.
"I don't want French, nor German, nor music," quoth the young lady, "but I do want to be helped to make very smooth and flowing verses, and I want to have the plots of my novels cut up and criticised--for I don't mind telling you," continued Jasmine, looking full into Miss Egerton's deeply-lined and anxious face, "that I mean to live by my pen.

My sister is to be an artist, and I am to be a novelist and poet." Miss Egerton owned to herself afterwards that she had never met such extraordinary girls; but then they were so pretty, and so fresh, and the times were hard, and the High Schools were carrying off all her pupils, so though she knew little or nothing of making up verses or developing plots, she promised to receive Jasmine as a pupil, to direct her reading, and to help her to the best of her ability.

She was a good and kind-hearted woman, and she made a further suggestion.
"What is to become of your little sister while you are both so busy, young ladies ?" she said.
"Oh, Daisy promises to be very good," said Primrose with a tender smile at the little one.