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Ellsworthy's friend, and after all, but for that obstinate young person Primrose, the good little lady might have had her way, but Primrose, although she was quite ignorant of fashionable localities or of any London expenses, was very firm, very firm indeed, when she made up her mind. "It is most kind of you to call and say all this to us," she answered.
Danesfield raised his eyebrows, pulled Daisy to stand between his knees; and, staring at Miss Martineau over his gold-rimmed glasses, said "Eh! eh! Shortlands Ellsworthy's worthy folk!" here he laughed, pleased with his pun; "yes, Miss Martineau, a good opportunity, undoubtedly!"
When he was gone Hannah went to her next-door neighbor and asked her if she would be so very kind as to go and sit in the child's room for a couple of hours. Then she put on her bonnet and neat black cloak, and started off on foot to Rosebury. She had made up her mind to get Mrs. Ellsworthy's address from some one, and to write to her about Daisy.
Ellsworthy smiled, kissed his wife, patted her on the cheek, told her to do just what she liked, and went downstairs to his beloved books. But Mrs. Ellsworthy's excitement kept her on thorns for the greater part of the evening.
"No," answered Primrose, almost shortly for her "Mrs. Ellsworthy's letter can keep," and then she slipped the thick white envelope into her pocket. "Why sister darling, how pale you look! are you tired?" "A little," said Primrose "I had no dinner I should like a cup of tea." Jasmine flew out of the room to get it for her, and Daisy nestled up to her elder sister's side.
Ellsworthy's instructions, went to see the girls, he was confronted first by Mrs. Flint, who assured him in her soft and cushion-like style that the young ladies had left, and as they had been undutiful enough not to confide in her she could furnish him with no address. As he was leaving the mansion Poppy Jenkins rushed up to him.
Just then she saw Miss Martineau crossing the street, and she ordered her coachman to draw up. "I have been with them, dear Miss Martineau they are delightful so fresh and so so pretty! They are coming to Shortlands to-morrow. Good-bye warm morning, is it not? Home, Tomlinson." The girls had entered the little house, cheered by Mrs. Ellsworthy's visit.
"I know what will do it," she exclaimed, jumping from her seat, and nearly upsetting her own tea and Daisy's. "Of course, how silly of me! I know what will alter things directly." Then she flew out of the room, returning the next moment with Mrs. Ellsworthy's great basket of fruit and flowers. "Primrose," she said, "mightn't we share these with the ladies?
London will inspire me; oh, it is the home of beauty and delight! Where is Mrs. Ellsworthy's letter? we will never finish it? I am going to burn it on the spot rather than allow any other idea to be put into your head, Primrose?" Primrose smiled again, and before she could prevent her, her impetuous sister had torn Mrs. Ellsworthy's letter into ribbons, and had set fire to it in the empty grate.
The girls, looking as sweet as girls could look, arrived at Mrs. Ellsworthy's at a fairly early hour in the afternoon.
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