ent desire to see Poppy--she jumped out of the cab first of all,
and, running up the steps of Penelope Mansion, said eagerly--

"Oh, if you please, Mrs. Flint--I know, of course, you are Mrs.
Flint--may I run down to the kitchen, and find Poppy?"

"My niece will come to you presently, Miss Mainwaring," answered Mrs.
Flint.

Somehow Mrs. Flint's calm and carefully modulated voice had an instant
effect in subduing Jasmine. The mistress of Penelope Mansion resembled
perhaps more a cushion than a flint--she was fat, round, and short,
had a good-humored and unruffled face, and a voice which was always
pitched in one key.

"We call my niece Sarah in these premises," she said; "Poppy signifies
nothing whatever but a weed, untidy, straggling, the worry of the
farmers. Sarah will see to your comforts presently, young ladies. At
the present moment tea is on the table. We tea at six o'clock
precisely--we sup at nine. Will you like to go upstairs and wash your
hands, or will you come at once with me, and partake with the other
inmates of the meal which is now going forward?"

"I don't like her, but she seems to speak very correct English,"
whispered Jasmine to her sister: "I wonder, does everybody in the
great city speak like that? I suppose she'll do as a study in style.
I must study style, mustn't I, if I'm to make money by writing?"

This speech was tumbled into Primrose's ear with wonderful rapidity,
while Mrs. Flint stood gently by, looking most contented and
uninterested.

"Hush, Jasmine!" whispered Primrose. "Daisy darling, hold my hand.
Thank you very much, Mrs. Flint; we will have some tea now, if you
please, and then go at once to our room."

"Does Poppy--I mean Sarah--wait at the tea-table?" inquired Jasmine,
as their hostess led the way up a flight of stairs, and down a
passage. "I hope she does--I want to see her so badly."

"Sarah's duties at the present moment are in the kitchen," responded
Mrs. Flint, with some graciousness. "Now, young ladies, let me precede
you, and introduce you to my guests. Miss Mainwaring, Miss Jasmine and
Miss Daisy Mainwaring--Mrs. Mortlock, Mrs. Dredge, Miss Slowcum. Young
ladies, will you seat yourselves at the table?"

Mrs. Flint moved to her place at the head of the board; the three
girls dropped into seats, and were stared broadly at by Miss Slowcum
and Mrs. Mortlock. Mrs. Dredge, however, did not stare, but stretching
out one rather plump white hand, took Daisy's within her