It is most mysterious.

Primrose gave Daisy a check to take care of for her, and Daisy says she has gone away because the cheque is lost.

We have no money now that the cheque is lost, except just what Primrose earns from Mrs.Mortlock." "There's a likelihood of some more earnings presently, Miss Jasmine," here interposed Poppy, in a cheerful voice; "there's a likelihood of a good bit more money when this powerful and thrilling romance is published." "Your story, Jasmine ?" said Noel, "and in type?
Who did you get to publish it, my dear child?
Oh, you must let me read this." "Another time, please, Mr.Noel.I don't think I could quite bear it to-day," said Jasmine.
Noel looked at her earnestly.
"I wonder, Jasmine," he said, "even though you are in such trouble, if you would be brave enough to help _me_, and to earn a little money to day?
I want you to do quite a simple thing, and something you will probably enjoy.

I have never read any of your romances, but I have often noticed that you possess rather remarkable artistic tastes, and that you have a very correct eye for the arrangement of color.

I have been struck with this even in this little room, and I happened to mention my observations one day to a lady who is a friend of mine.
That lady is giving a dinner-party to-night, and she wants some one to arrange the flowers on her table in as fresh and new a style as possible.