Daisy. I don't think I could see things through their eyes. I want my
palace to be much larger and grander than this. Perhaps if I am a real
genius it will come to me through my story; but, oh! I hope I did not
do wrong in taking Poppy's money."

"No, for you are a genius," said little Daisy, kissing her
affectionately.




CHAPTER XXXVII.

ENDORSING A CHEQUE.


Primrose's life was very busy at this time. Certainly nothing could be
more irksome than the daily task of reading to poor Mrs. Mortlock, but
the fifteen shillings a week which she now earned regularly was a
wonderful help to the household purse, and Primrose performed her
irksome duties with a cheerful, and even thankful heart. Her anxieties
about Daisy were almost laid to rest. Since the child had been moved
to Miss Egerton's house she seemed quite a changed creature. Her old
cheerfulness and sweet calm were returning to her. Morning after
morning she bade Primrose good-bye with a bright smile on her little
face, and however long and dull her day was, she greeted her sister
happily at night. What, therefore, was poor Primrose's consternation
to find, on returning home the evening after Jasmine had made
arrangements for the publication of her manuscript not only Jasmine,
but Miss Egerton and Bridget all surrounding poor little Daisy, who