"She isn't deaf, Hannah," interrupted Primrose. "She wants me to read
to her because her sight is very bad."

"Well, well," replied Hannah Martin, in a testy tone, "whether she's
deaf or whether she's blind, it ain't no way a fit post for you, Miss
Primrose. You've got to stay here now, and take care of that precious
little lamb, and you had better send for Miss Jasmine to keep you
company."

"I am certainly not going to leave Daisy at present," replied
Primrose. "I've got money enough to go on with, but I must go back to
town as soon as possible in order to earn enough to return Mr. Noel's
money to him. As to Jasmine, do you know, Hannah, she has got quite a
nice way of making a little income? You remember how cleverly she
always arranged the flowers in our drawing-room at dear Rosebury, and
how our mother always asked her to make bouquets for her? It now seems
that Jasmine has got rather remarkable taste, and some fine ladies in
London are employing her to arrange flowers on their dinner-tables.
They pay her very well indeed for this, and the labor is nothing at
all."

"Hoot!" said Hannah; "I think it's rather demeaning of herself. Well,
Miss Primrose, I suppose the poor dear will want a holiday the same as
the rest of you. To tell the truth, Miss Primrose, my old eyes ache to
see the darling, she was always such a bonny one."

Primrose smiled.

"When the fine ladies go out of town, Hannah, we will have Jasmine
down, and you shall squeeze us all into that nice, cosy little bedroom