She was certainly very unlike her usual self.
Jasmine walked down the steps of the Mansion, and slowly, very slowly, went up the street to meet the omnibus which was to convey her Citywards.
She was quite a clever little Londoner now, and knew which were the right omnibuses to take, and, in short, how to find her way about town.

She hailed the City omnibus, and hastily and humbly took her place amongst its crowded passengers.

She was the unlucky twelfth, and her advent was certainly not hailed with delight.

The bright morning had turned to rain, and the passengers, most of them women, were wrapped up in waterproof cloaks.

Jasmine, when she entered the omnibus, looked so small, so timid, and unimportant, that no one thought it worth while even to move for her, and at last she was thankful to get a little pin-point of room between two very buxom ladies, who both almost in the same breath desired her not to crowd them, and both also fiercely requested her to keep her wet dress from touching their waterproofs.
At another time Jasmine would have been quite spirited enough to resent the unfriendly behavior of the inmates of the City 'bus; but her interview with Poppy had depressed her greatly, and she had a kind of terrified little fear that she knew the reason of Mrs.Flint's sharp tones, that she could guess why Poppy's bright face should look so dismal, and why she was obliged so earnestly to beg of her to return her one and sixpence.
"She wants her own money--her wages, that she earned with a swimming head and all," thought poor Jasmine.