Come and have tea this evening at six, dear.

I have much to talk over with you.
"Your affectionate friend, "AGNES EGERTON." Poor little Jasmine's delight can scarcely be conceived.

She found it an easy matter to change one of the notes, and Poppy was in possession of the balance of her money long before the evening.

Her radiant face seemed scarcely to belong to the same girl when she entered Miss Egerton's room in time for that good lady's tea.
"Jasmine," said Miss Egerton, when the meal was over, and Jasmine had exhausted her many expressions of rapture, and astonishment, and gratitude, "I have news to tell you.

That dreadful man Dove has received a long term of imprisonment.