Our writers ought to be our teachers.

Do you think you are fit to teach, Jasmine ?" "I do not know," said Jasmine, hanging her head.
Miss Egerton got up, and laid her hand tenderly on the pretty little curly head.
"This day has taught you a grand though painful lesson, dearest.

You will be better able to write in the future for and because of the suffering you have gone through to-day.

Now, Jasmine, I will say no more--you must go straight to bed and to sleep.

In the morning you can take your ten shillings to Poppy.