confidant. You think over about unburdening to me, Miss Daisy. I'll
promise to be a safe receptacle."

Daisy shook her head mournfully.

"It would be no use," she said; "even telling now would be no manner
of use. Oh, Poppy, I wish I had been strong enough, and I wish so
dreadfully I had not minded about the dungeon. If the Prince was here
he would say I ought not to live any longer in the Palace Beautiful,
and I don't think the rooms do look like the rooms of a palace
to-day. Please, Poppy, look round you, and see if you can see any
goodness shining on the walls, and if you can see through Love's glass
into the street."

"Oh lor! no, Miss Daisy; I'm not so fanciful. The walls is just fairly
neat, and the windows, they're just like any other attic windows. Now,
missy, you're just fairly worn out, and you shall shut your eyes and
go to sleep."

Poor little Daisy was so weary and weak that she absolutely did close
her eyes, and comforted and soothed by Poppy's presence, she fell into
a short and uneasy doze. She awoke in about an hour, and lay quite
still, with her eyes wide open. Poppy said something to her, but she
replied, in an imploring tone.

"Please let me think. I had a dream when I was asleep. I did something
in the dream, and I think I'll do it now really--only you must let me
think Poppy."

"Think, away, pretty little miss," said Poppy: "and while you are