The room was bright and sunny, but Jasmine gave the table a bower-like and cool effect, and she not only dressed the dinner-table but placed flowers here and there about the room.

Mrs.Daintree was delighted, and asked the pretty little girl to come again to arrange a dinner-table for her the following week.
With her golden sovereign and her shilling tucked tightly away in her glove Jasmine did not feel altogether miserable as she went home; even though Daisy might still be lost, those first earnings were sweet.

She rushed upstairs and told her tale to Poppy, who sympathized most warmly with her.

Very soon after her arrival a four-wheeler was heard to draw up to the door, and Mrs.Dredge alone returned.
"I have left Primrose at Rosebury," she said; "we have made inquiries, and there is no doubt a child resembling Daisy went down by the night train yesterday.

We have searched high and low, however, but cannot at present get any trace of her.