When the meal was prepared she brought it to Daisy, who said wistfully-- "If I do what I want I must be strong, so I'll eat up that egg, and I'll take some toast, and you must take something too, Poppy." "Seeing as I can't get no meal till to-morrow morning I'm not inclined to refuse a good offer," said Poppy.

"You don't know, missy, as I'm going back to my native 'ome to-night." "Poppy," said Daisy, suddenly, taking no notice of this remark, "do you know if Mrs.Ellsworthy is a very rich woman ?" "Mrs.Ellsworthy of Shortlands ?" said Poppy; "why, in course; ever since I can remember, my mother has said to me, 'Poppy, child, them there Ellsworthys is made of money.'" "Made of money," repeated Daisy, a little shadowy smile coming to her face; "then they must be really rich.

Do you think, Poppy, that Mrs.
Ellsworthy is rich enough to give away L17 10_s._ to buy the daily bread, and to help a little girl who could not help being selfish out of a dreadful dark dungeon?
Mrs.Ellsworthy has always been very kind, and I used to love her when I lived at home, but if I thought she was not really very, very rich, I would not ask her, for that might be putting _her_ to great trouble.

Losing money makes one's heart ache terrible, Poppy, and I would rather bear my own heartache than give it to another person." "Mrs.Ellsworthy is made of money," repeated Poppy, "and L17 10_s._ would be no more than a feather's weight to her.

All the same, I can't make out what you're driving at, Miss Daisy." "I wonder if Mrs.Ellsworthy is at Shortlands now," continued Daisy.
"To be sure she is, Miss Daisy; shall I take her any message when I goes back home ?" "Oh, no, Poppy, thank you very much.