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When people say Miss Mainwaring I feel lonely." "You are Primrose, then, to me, dear. Now, Primrose, take my hand, and sit quietly in this chair. I am going to confess something to you. I called to see you and your sisters yesterday morning, intending to patronize you." "To patronize us why?" asked Primrose. Mrs. Ellsworthy laughed in a slightly nervous manner.
"She was crying for a long time last night," whispered Daisy; "it hurts her dreadfully to take Mrs. Ellsworthy's money. I don't suppose I mind it so much, because I was coming to Mrs. Ellsworthy to ask her for some money. I did not find her, and I was miserable until you found me and helped me, Prince. Then I love Mrs. Ellsworthy, and so does Jasmine."
Ellsworthy, pardon me, but your husband is a man what can a man know about the intricate workings which go on within the breast of a perverse girl? Plucky! I call it wicked I call it wanting in all decorum, in all right sense.
All the time, while she was being carried in those kind arms, Daisy kept repeating to herself, "I'll have some bread and milk, for I am a little hungry, and I'll rest for perhaps an hour, and then I'll go away on foot with my dear Pink to find Mrs. Ellsworthy."
"And I spent the greater part of the night dreaming about you three girls," said Mrs. Ellsworthy. "Have some buttered toast, Jasmine, and some of this apricot preserve." "Did you dream about us last night?" asked Jasmine. "Did you really? You must love us very much." "I believe I do. Now, Jasmine, I will not ask you for your address.
Primrose smiled, kissed Jasmine between her eyebrows and went on reading. "Jasmine's character," continued Mrs. Ellsworthy in her letter, "is as yet unformed. She has high aspirations and generous impulses if she is well managed, and if you don't spoil her, Primrose, she will probably develop into a very noble woman. I love Jasmine very dearly already.
Losing money makes one's heart ache terrible, Poppy, and I would rather bear my own heartache than give it to another person." "Mrs. Ellsworthy is made of money," repeated Poppy, "and £17 10s. would be no more than a feather's weight to her. All the same, I can't make out what you're driving at, Miss Daisy." "I wonder if Mrs. Ellsworthy is at Shortlands now," continued Daisy.
Ellsworthy wrote back to him, and between them they made many inquiries, and took many steps, which they felt quite sure must lead to discovery, but notwithstanding all their efforts they obtained no clue to the whereabouts of the Mainwaring girls. "How bitterly cold it is, Primrose!" The speaker was Jasmine; she sat huddled up to a small, but bright fire, which burned in the sitting-room grate.
The girls were asked to sit down, and Mr. Ellsworthy, who had been elected spokesman, stood up, cleared his throat, and looked at his wife. Twice he made an attempt at utterance; finally he said in a voice which trembled "My dear, I can't manage it you had better do it yourself." "I presume you are addressing me, Joseph," said Mrs. Ellsworthy. "I I this is unexpected; but anything to get it over.
Ellsworthy's request now debarred their taking up their quarters near Constantia Warren. They spoke of their plans, but would not tell what they were, and Miss Martineau again went away offended. "There is no secret in the matter," she said, when talking over the affair with Mrs. Ellsworthy.
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