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Danesfield says I may consult him, and as I know he is a wise man, I will do so." "Would you like to take my ode with you?" inquired Jasmine. "No, not to-day, dear if I am not in to dinner, don't wait for me." "I know one thing; we'll be very saving about that dinner," remarked Jasmine, shaking back her curly locks.
Jones never did anything except "all but" get customers the quarter's allowance from Mr. Danesfield looked smaller and more inadequate to Primrose the more her experience in expenses grew, and now something about Miss Egerton added to her cares.
Danesfield was always the soul of politeness, however irritable he might feel. "Sit down, my dear young lady," he said; "I am delighted to see you, and I can give you exactly five minutes." "I want to ask you two questions," began Primrose. "The questions are short. They are about money; and you understand all about that."
Danesfield's letter. It was a short letter, and, as it happened was not written by Mr. Danesfield at all. Dove, however, by patient spelling and peering, presently mastered its contents. "The Bank, "High Street, Rosebury, "April 21. "In Mr. Danesfield's absence, I send you a cheque for £17 10s., according to his orders.
The cheque will require your signature at the back, and if you will kindly sign it you, or any one else, can obtain cash for the amount at the Metropolitan Bank, Strand. "I expect Mr. Danesfield home in about six weeks; he has been wintering abroad. "Yours faithfully, "JOHN DAVIS."
Danesfield was always a friend of mother's," continued Primrose, "so I will keep his letter until we want it, and will write him a little note to thank him for it." Then the girls sat down by the open window and looked out into the street. It was a very dull street, and the day was warm and murky, with no sun shining. "This afternoon we will go out," said Primrose.
What did it all mean? What mystery was there in the air? Jasmine thought both Miss Martineau and Mr. Danesfield very disagreeable but Primrose pondered these things and felt anxious. "A most extraordinary thing has happened," said Mrs. Ellsworthy that evening to her husband.
Danesfield, the manager of the bank, was standing on the steps, and that his face was very red. On hearing this intelligence poor Miss Martineau's face also became suffused with a deep flush, and she pushed her poke bonnet a little backward in her excitement. An awful idea had suddenly darted through her brain. Perhaps Mr. Danesfield had called to announce some misfortune.
"Our plan is this," said Primrose, "I have asked Mr. Danesfield to give us what money he has of ours, and then we three are going to sell our furniture here, and to give up the cottage, and say good-bye to dear Hannah, and we are going to London. In London we shall learn.
She wanted to talk to Hannah about her mother's letter; she half took it out of her pocket, then she restrained herself. "Another time," she whispered to herself. Aloud she said "Hannah, Mrs. Ellsworthy and Miss Martineau hinted to me what Mr. Danesfield said plainly to-day we three girls have not got money enough to live on."
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