Poppy? If I loved you always and always all the rest of my life, do
you think you could bear it just for one little week longer? I'd be
sure to let you have the money back again then, dear Poppy."

Poppy gazed hard at the child, who was sitting upright on her sofa,
with her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining, and a fitful quiver
about her pretty lips.

"What does it all mean?" thought practical Poppy; "it's more than
common worries ails the little dear. I'm sure I'd bear Sarah to my
dying day to help her, the sweet lamb! I wonder, now, has she lost
some of Miss Primrose's money. I know they're short enough of means,
the darling ladies, and maybe the child has mislaid some of their
money, and is frightened to tell. Dear me, I shouldn't think Miss
Primrose would be hard on any one, least of all on a sweet little lamb
like that; but there's never no saying, and the child looks pitiful.
Well, I'm not the one to deny her."

"Miss Daisy," said Poppy, aloud, "I have got exactly fifteen shillings
in my purse, and that's the price of a third single to Rosebury, and
no more. It's true enough I meant to go down there to-night, and never
to see Aunt Flint again, but it's true also that she'd give her eyes
to have me back, and was crying like anything when I said good-bye to
her. 'Sarah,' she says, 'it's you that's ongrateful, and you'll find
it out, but if you comes back again you shall be forgiven, Sarah,' she
says. So I can go back for a week, Miss Daisy, and if you have lost
fifteen shillings, why, I can lend it to you, dearie."

"Oh, Poppy, you are a darling!" said little Daisy. "Oh, Poppy, how can
I ever, ever thank you? Yes, I have--lost--fifteen shillings. You