"I know one thing; we'll be very saving about that dinner," remarked
Jasmine, shaking back her curly locks. "If you are not in, Primrose,
Daisy and I will divide an egg between us--I read somewhere that eggs
were very nourishing, and half a one each will do fine. Come into the
garden now, Eyebright. Oh, Primrose! I don't feel a bit low about
adding to our income. If we choose we can eat so very little, and
then if the ---- _Review_ likes my poetry, I can spin it off by the
yard."




CHAPTER XI.

BREAD AND BUTTER.


Primrose, her head a little more erect than usual, her step firm, and
a proud bright light in her eyes, went quickly down the little
rambling village street. The plain black dress she wore set off her
yellow hair and extremely fair complexion to the best advantage. She
had never looked sweeter or more independent than at this moment,
when, for the first time in her young life, she was about to ask for
help.

Mr. Danesfield was not so busy this morning, and he saw his young
visitor without delay.

"Sit down, my dear," he said; "I am very pleased to see you. You want
to ask for my advice? I will give it with the greatest pleasure."