"You want to get to Devonshire, missy," he said. "Then I expect
Waterloo's your line, and this here 'bus of mine goes there. Jump in,
missy, and I'll put you down at the right place."

"I've only got two pennies," said Daisy, "Will two pennies pay for a
drive to Waterloo for me and kitty?"

The man smiled, and said he thought he might manage to take her to
Waterloo for that sum.




CHAPTER XL.

A BITTER DISAPPOINTMENT.


There are little girls of ten years old who in the present day are
possessed of a large amount of self-possession. Some of these little
maids are, in their own way, quite womanly--they can ask their way
without faltering, and they can even walk about alone in a great world
like London without losing themselves.

But to this class of self-possessed little girls Daisy Mainwaring did
not belong. She had a charming, babyish little face, and was something
of the baby still in the confiding and wistful way in which she leaned
on others for support. Daisy was, perhaps, in all particulars younger
than her years. When at last, after inconceivable difficulties--after