I'm only a very weak, frightened little girl, and I gave Mr.
Dove Primrose's money, and now I can't get it back from him, and I think my heart is broken.

I know, Jesus, you are angry with me, but please don't go on being angry; please forgive me, for I am all alone now without Primrose and Jasmine, and I think I'll soon die, for I feel so very weak.

I didn't tell a lie, either, Jesus; I never told any one about Mr.Dove and the sticky sweetmeats--no, though I am a coward about the dungeon, I would not go so far as to break my word.

I often longed to tell the Prince, for I felt he would deliver me from the ogre, but I couldn't tell a lie even to be saved.

Please, Jesus, forgive me for being such a cowardly little girl." By this time the drizzling mist of the early morning had passed away, the sun had come out, and the robins and thrushes in the hedge close to Daisy began to sing.