Her fortitude gave way, and she burst into the bitterest tears she had ever shed.
Poppy was much alarmed, and stood over her dear little lady, and brought her cold water, and tried to comfort her by every means in her power.
When Jasmine had a little recovered herself she told the whole bitter story of her morning's adventure to Poppy.

That young person's indignation knew no bounds.
"The editor must be put in prison," she said; "he must be caught and put in prison.

Mrs.Jones the charwoman has a second cousin once removed, whose first cousin is married to a policeman, and Mrs.Jones is coming here to-morrow, and I'll get her to see her second cousin, and the second cousin shall see her first cousin who is married to a policeman, and he will tell us what is to be done.

That's going to the fountainhead, ain't it, Miss Jasmine?
Never you fear, miss, darling, that editor shall be locked up in prison, and be made to give back your money.

Never you fear, dear Miss Jasmine, it will all come right when Mrs.Jones sees her second cousin who has a first cousin who is married to a policeman!" Poppy became quite cheerful when she remembered Mrs.Jones's remarkable means of getting at a policeman, but Jasmine could not be comforted; she shook her head almost petulantly.
"It's all most puzzling for me," she said, "about Mrs.Jones and her policemen; it sounds exactly like the House that Jack Built, and I shall have a swimming head myself if I listen to you.