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Now let us come out into the sunshine and enjoy ourselves." The few hours the girls spent at Shortlands passed only too quickly for Jasmine and Daisy. Mrs. Ellsworthy laid herself out to be charming, and no one could be more charming than she when she chose. She had naturally a good deal of sympathy, and taking her cue from the little ones, she entered into their lives, and became one with them.
She wants another pussy just like it," burst from Daisy's pretty dimpled lips. Mrs. Ellsworthy, still keeping the Pink in her arms, held out her other hand to Primrose. "I have introduced myself to your sisters, dear Miss Mainwaring. I am Mrs. Ellsworthy, of Shortlands a near neighbor. You must not consider my visit an intrusion." Before Primrose could reply Jasmine exclaimed volubly
I always did think the sun shone at Rosebury, but perhaps even the sun won't get up because he is angry with me." Daisy knew her way down the familiar and straggling village street, but there were one or two different roads to Shortlands, and she became puzzled which to take, and what with the drizzling rain, and her own great fatigue of body, soon really lost her way.
The neighbors at the opposite side of the street felt quite scandalized, and said to themselves that surely the poor young ladies had seen the last of Mrs. Ellsworthy, after such a piece of impertinence. But the lady of Shortlands was really delighted. "To think of my being here all these years, and never knowing those charming creatures," she soliloquized.
Ellsworthy, "We call Jasmine our artist at home." "And our poet she makes poetry about the Pink at home," said Daisy. "Oh, dear!" she continued, giving a deep sigh, "I can't see the Persian kitten anywhere. I do hope what Miss Martineau said is not true." "What did she say, my dear?" asked the lady of Shortlands.
There was Shortlands with its meaningless distinction, the meaningless crowd of the Criches. There was London, the House of Commons, the extant social world. My God! Young as she was, Gudrun had touched the whole pulse of social England. She had no ideas of rising in the world.
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