shall have it back again, Poppy, and Poppy, I will always love you,
and always remember that you were the best of good fairies to me, and
that you took me out of the power of a terrible ogre."

"All right, Miss Daisy," said Poppy, returning the child's embrace;
"here's the fifteen shilling, and welcome. Only I never would have
called sweet Miss Primrose an ogre, Miss Daisy."




CHAPTER XXXIX.

THE JOURNEY.


Poppy went away presently, and the moment she was gone Daisy began to
make some hasty little preparations.

"I'll take the Pink with me," she said to herself. "I'll empty all the
things out of my little work-basket, and my darling Pink can sleep in
it quite snugly, and she'll be great company to me, for I cannot help
feeling very shaky, and I do start so when I see any one the least
like Mr. Dove in the distance. I mustn't think about being frightened
now--this is the least I could do, and if I'm terrified all over I
must go through with it."

Then Daisy wrote a tiny note--a little note on half a sheet of
paper--which she tore out of her copy-book. It was blotted with tears
and almost illegible. This was what she said:--