When the morning quite broke, and the real working-day had begun, Primrose sent a message to Noel to come at once to see the child.

Daisy received him with a touching little smile.
"Was the little girl me ?" she asked.

"And was the wicked, wicked ogre, Mr.Dove ?" "It is clever of you to guess that much, Daisy," answered Noel.
"Am I the little girl ?" continued Daisy, "who made a promise which she ought now to break?
Will God forgive me for breaking a promise which I made so very, very faithfully?
Mr.Noel, I will tell you something.
That promise has nearly killed me.

The old Daisy went away when that promise was made, and such a poor, cowardly, wretched Daisy came in her place.

She'd have been selfish, too, but for you; but you taught her a little bit about the Palace Beautiful, and she was trying to be good in spite of the dreadful promise.