Oh, dear! oh, dear! Primrose promised to send me a telegram when she got to Rosebury.

Oh, what shall I do if I don't soon hear some news of my darling little Daisy ?" "Seeing as I can't comfort you, Miss Jasmine, I may as well take to reading the mysterious, lovely story," answered Poppy.

"Maybe when you're having your dinner bye-and-bye, miss, you won't object to me telling you what I thinks of it." "Only I shan't care in the least what you think to-day, dear Poppy," answered poor little Jasmine, in a tone of deep melancholy.
She went and stood by the window, and Poppy ensconced herself comfortably on the sofa, and began to enjoy herself as best she could under the circumstances.
In about an hour there came a tap at the door, and Arthur Noel came in.

Jasmine gave a little pleased exclamation when she saw him; then she ran forward, took his hand in hers, and burst into tears.
"Daisy is lost," she said; "our sweet little Daisy, who loved you so much, is lost." "It's inferred that she's gone down with a single third to Rosebury, sir," here interposed Poppy.
"Come and tell me all about it, Jasmine," said Noel, in his most sympathizing tones.

He led the poor little girl to the sofa, and, sitting down by her, listened attentively to her story.
"But the Ellsworthys are in London," he said, when he heard that Daisy had gone to them.
On hearing this news poor Jasmine burst into floods of fresh weeping.
"Oh, then she's sure to be quite lost!" she said.