"How selfish of me not to remember before that of course, poor Poppy would want her wages; it is perfectly dreadful to think of her doing without them.

Why, of course, Mrs.Flint would be likely to scold her if she went about with her ragged boots when she earns such good wages.

Poor, dear, brave Poppy! she would never tell what she did with her money.

Well, she must have it all back to-day.

Yes, I am determined about that, she shall have it back, to-day." Jasmine was thinking so hard, and so absorbing was her theme, that she leaned unconsciously against the fat neighbor on her right.