Now we'll be down in my scullery long before Miss Slowcum can get to the dining-room door.

Now, miss, let me put a seat for you.

The scullery ain't so damp to-day, is it, Miss Jasmine ?" "I don't know," said Jasmine, who looked very tired, and almost ill.
"Poppy, dear, I have not brought the one and sixpence." "Oh, it don't matter," said Poppy.

"One and sixpence never fretted me yet, and it ain't going to begin.

You'll pay me when you can, Miss Jasmine, and there ain't no hurry." But Jasmine noticed that Poppy moved her little feet out of sight, and in spite of her brave words Jasmine observed a look of dismay creeping into her bright eyes.
This slight action on Poppy's part--this little lurking gleam of disappointment--were as the proverbial last straw to poor Jasmine.