CHAPTER XLVII.
ALMOST DEFEATED.
With the weight of her secret removed Daisy began slowly, very slowly, to mend.

The strain she had undergone had been too great for her quickly to recover her strength; but little by little a faint color did return to her white cheeks, she slept more peacefully, and began to eat again.
"There's nothing at all for you to do, Miss Primrose," said Hannah, "but to give up that post of continually screaming out book and newspaper stuff to a deaf old lady." "She isn't deaf, Hannah," interrupted Primrose.

"She wants me to read to her because her sight is very bad." "Well, well," replied Hannah Martin, in a testy tone, "whether she's deaf or whether she's blind, it ain't no way a fit post for you, Miss Primrose.

You've got to stay here now, and take care of that precious little lamb, and you had better send for Miss Jasmine to keep you company." "I am certainly not going to leave Daisy at present," replied Primrose.

"I've got money enough to go on with, but I must go back to town as soon as possible in order to earn enough to return Mr.Noel's money to him.