Jasmine was not doing as well as we supposed by her profession of dressing dinner-tables.

The dear child was determined not to ask help from any one, not even from you, Primrose, and she made a valiant effort to support herself on her tiny earnings.

Alas, her purse was all too soon emptied, and she had also upon her the awful load of debt, for Poppy Jenkins it seems, lent her the money to get that rubbishy story published.

In her despair she thought of _The Joy-bell_, and went off to see the editor.
"She was met at the office (poor child, how she could venture there alone is a mystery to me) with the intelligence that _The Joy-bell_ had ceased to exist, and the editor had decamped with poor Poppy's wages.
"Luckily I came home that evening, and found your poor little sister in sad trouble.

I am thankful to say I have been able to relieve her present necessities without the slightest inconvenience to myself.
Jasmine has been greatly shaken, but she is better again now, and is most anxious that you should not be troubled.