Hannah made up her mind to go to Rosebury, which was a much more important village than Teckford, and get a few sheets of note-paper, and an envelope or two.

She walked very fast, for she did not like to leave Daisy so long by herself, and, panting and hurried, she at last arrived at the little stationer's shop.

The stationer's wife knew Hannah, and greeted her with effusion.
"I'm truly pleased to see you, Mrs.Martin," she said.

"Why you're quite a stranger in these parts, and I did not expect to see you round now, with one of your young ladies returned and all." Hannah heaved a profound sigh.
"She's very, very ill, poor darling," she said.

"Very dangerously weak and ill; and I must trouble you to hasten with the paper, Mrs.Jones.
One penn'orth of your most shining note, and two envelopes to match.
Mind you, give me a paper with a good gloss on it, Mrs.Jones." Mrs.Jones stared at Hannah Martin; but fetching down a box of note-paper, prepared to wrap some sheets in tissue paper.
"I shouldn't say Miss Primrose was ill," she remarked as she did so, "though she do seem worried, dear young lady." When the shop-woman made this observation Hannah's pence tumbled down on the counter with a crash.
"Goodness gracious me, ma'am!" she exclaimed, "you don't mean to tell me that Miss Primrose Mainwaring is at Rosebury ?" "Why, of course, ma'am; why, don't you know?
why you said but now how weak and ill she was." "Never mind the paper," answered Hannah, "and never mind a word I said about anybody; just have the goodness to tell me where I'll find Miss Primrose." "She was staying with Miss Martineau but yesterday and there's a gentleman come down, too--a very 'ansome, harristocratic-looking young man, I call him, and for all the world as like our pretty Miss Jasmine as if he was own brother to her--and they two and Miss Martineau are fairly scouring the place for that poor little tot Miss Daisy, who it seems 'as run away from home.