Why, Hannah--Hannah Martin, woman! are you daft ?" For Hannah had rushed from the shop while Mrs.Jones was speaking, leaving her neglected paper and two or three pence behind her on the counter.

A few moments later the good soul was knocking at Miss Martineau's door, and very soon Primrose and Arthur Noel too were in possession of all the facts that Hannah could give them.
"Oh, Hannah! it is so good to think you were the one to save her and find her," said Primrose, as she kissed her old nurse, and shed some thankful tears.
"You had better come back with me now, Miss Primrose," said Hannah, "and perhaps the gentleman or Miss Martineau will send a telegraphic message to poor Miss Jasmine." But Primrose's difficulties had not come to an end.

She instantly started to walk across the fields with Hannah; but when Daisy heard she had come she absolutely refused to see her, and cried so piteously, and got into such an excited state, that Primrose felt herself obliged to yield to the child's caprice, and to keep out of the room.
"I can't see her, Hannah," poor little Daisy said.

"Of all people in all the world, I can't see my own Primrose.

Oh, if only I were well enough to go to Mrs.Ellsworthy, or if only the Prince would come!" Primrose heard Daisy's weak little voice through the thin walls of Hannah's cottage.
"Hannah," she said, "I know who Daisy means by the Prince.