After all, Poppy and Daisy are both quite sure that I am a genius.

Daisy says that I have got the face of a genius, and Poppy was in such great, great delight at my story.

It is not likely that they would both be wrong, and Poppy is a person of great discernment.

I must cheer up and believe what they told me.

I daresay Poppy is right, and London is half-flooded with my story.