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"It will be all right, dear," she said, "and and you are the first of us to begin to do something useful; it was splendid of you to think of it. I wish I knew what I could do," she added wistfully, her cheek resting on Poppy's curls. "I'll try and fink of something for you," said Poppy gravely. "P'r'aps by the morning I'll have finked of something very nice then won't you be glad?"
This last alone, of all her doubtful doings, really troubled her; for her opponents had frequently been youthful, and it was contrary to Poppy's principles to pluck the but half-fledged chick. Barring this solitary deflection from her somewhat latitudinarian code of ethics, she had, on the face of it, ample cause for self- congratulation. Never had she been more gaily audacious in word or deed.
"Your humble and most devoted friend, "POPPY JENKINS." This letter was received by the girls while they were eating their breakfast. Primrose read it aloud to her sisters, and the effect of Poppy's words was certainly not enlivening. Jasmine was the first to recover her spirits.
That evening, as Jasmine and Daisy sat together waiting for Primrose to return, Daisy said suddenly "Did you soar to-day, Jasmine, when you took Poppy's wages to have your story printed? was that what you call a soaring flight?" Daisy spoke innocently, and with real desire for information, but at her words Jasmine covered her face and burst into tears. "What a cruel remark, Eyebright," she said.
And the aspect the said crowd presented to Poppy's overstrained nerves and exalted sensibility was repulsive. For it suggested to her a flight of gigantic black locusts, strong-jawed, pink-faced, and white-breasted, driven forth by a common hunger, rather cruelly active and intent.
"It's of all the dazzlings, the most blindingly beautiful," was Poppy's oft-reiterated comment. "Oh! won't I have something to tell them ladies about bye-and-bye! Oh, my! Miss Jasmine, what a neat hat, miss! I don't mind denuding this one now, for I has got a 'at from a West End shop what beats anything that Miss Slowcum wears for gentility."
'Grandmother, said Poppy's mother at last, 'tell me what the doctor said. 'He won't let me take you away, my lass, said grandmother, shortly. 'Does he think I shall not live long? asked the sick woman. 'Tell me what he said, grandmother, please. 'He said you might perhaps live a week, my dear, said grandmother, bursting into tears, and rocking Enoch and Elijah in her arms.
Hence it was that Iglesias' contemplation of those gaudy advertisements, and of their bearing upon Poppy's fortunes, failed to oust the premonitions of finality which had come to and somewhat perturbed him as he looked upon the pensive tearwashed face of London-penitent, cleansed by the breath of the wistful far-hailing autumn wind.
Poppy's aunt boasted of the pleasing name of Flint, and when the girls drove up with their cab piled with luggage to the door of the mansion, Mrs. Flint herself came out to welcome them.
"I am ready, and now I can attend to you. It is only four o'clock. There is plenty of time. I wouldn't have let you sleep too long, dear." "But supposing you had slept too, and we had all slept!" Poppy's eyes grew very large and round at the mere thought of so dreadful a possibility. "Oh my!" said Esther calmly, as she put the last finishing touches to her hair, "wouldn't it have been dreadful!
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