from end to end; but when I thinks of the beautiful ladies in aunt's
boarding-house, and of the shop windows I feels that it is dazzling."

"I wish that I were going," repeated Jasmine, whose cheeks were
flushed, and her starry eyes brighter than usual; "I wish I were
going. Oh, Primrose, think of you, and Daisy, and me saying our
prayers in the Abbey!"

"We must not think of it," said Primrose; "God hears our prayers
wherever we say them, Jasmine, darling."

"Yes," answered Jasmine; "and I am not going to complain. Well, Poppy,
you are a very lucky girl, and I hope you'll be as good as gold, and
as happy as the day is long."

"And if ever you does come to London, Miss Jasmine," said Poppy, rising
to her feet, "you'll remember aunt's boarding-house, for ladies only;
and proud I'll be to wait on you, miss."

"But we can't come, Poppy dear--we are very poor now--we have only got
thirty pounds a year to live on."

To Poppy, who had never been known in her life to possess thirty
pence, this sum sounded by no means modest.

"Might I make bold to inquire, miss," she asked, "if the thirty pounds
is once for all, or if it's a yearly recurrence?"

"Oh, it's an income, Poppy--how stupid you are!"