CHAPTER XXXIX.
THE JOURNEY.
Poppy went away presently, and the moment she was gone Daisy began to make some hasty little preparations.
"I'll take the Pink with me," she said to herself.

"I'll empty all the things out of my little work-basket, and my darling Pink can sleep in it quite snugly, and she'll be great company to me, for I cannot help feeling very shaky, and I do start so when I see any one the least like Mr.Dove in the distance.

I mustn't think about being frightened now--this is the least I could do, and if I'm terrified all over I must go through with it." Then Daisy wrote a tiny note--a little note on half a sheet of paper--which she tore out of her copy-book.

It was blotted with tears and almost illegible.

This was what she said:-- "Primrose, darling, I and the Pink, we have gone away for a little bit.