"Primrose, darling, I and the Pink, we have gone away for a little
bit. Your money is lost, Primrose, and I cannot look you in the face
until I get it back again. Don't be a bit frightened about me--I and
the Pink will come back when we have got the money.

"Your loving little
"DAISY."

This note was left open on the table to greet Primrose when she came
in, and then Daisy buttoned on her little jacket, and put on her
strongest pair of boots, and the neat little hat which Primrose had
trimmed for her the week before, and popping the Pink into her
work-basket, she stole softly downstairs and out of the house without
old Bridget, who was busily engaged in the back kitchen, hearing her.

The poor little maid got into the street just when the shades of
evening were beginning to fall. She had the Pink in her basket, and
fifteen shillings clasped tightly inside one of her gloves. Fifteen
shillings paid for a third single to Rosebury, and she was going to
Rosebury--so far her plans were definite enough; beyond this broad
fact, however, all was chaos.

Daisy knew very little more about London than she had known nine
months before, when first she and her sisters arrived in the great
city. She had gone out much less than the other two, and she had never
gone alone. Whenever she had walked abroad she had gone with a
companion.

Now her only companion was the Pink, and the poor little heart felt