Daisy beautiful in her sleep? Now look here,
you're all tired, and I'll bring you up your breakfasts in bed. You
shall have some of mother's fresh eggs and real country butter. I'll
run downstairs, and bring you up some breakfast the very first thing."

The girls spent that morning in their room. They unpacked a few of
their things, and put their mother's picture on the mantel-piece, and
Primrose opened Mr. Danesfield's letter. It contained an enclosure
within and on this enclosure was written, in a funny little printing
hand, "When you want me, use me; don't return me, and never abuse me."

Primrose's face grew rather red. She read the funny little motto two
or three times, then put the enclosure unopened into her trunk.

"I think," she said, looking at Jasmine, "that we will not send this
back. I had a queer dream last night. It seemed to me that mother came
to me and said, 'Are you not foolish to cast away all your kind
friends? Try to remember that true independence is not too proud to
lean on others. Primrose, for my sake do not be over proud.' Mr.
Danesfield was always a friend of mother's," continued Primrose, "so I
will keep his letter until we want it, and will write him a little
note to thank him for it."

Then the girls sat down by the open window and looked out into the
street. It was a very dull street, and the day was warm and murky,
with no sun shining.

"This afternoon we will go out," said Primrose. "I shall speak about
it at lunch, and ask Mrs. Flint to allow us to take Poppy with us. I
am so sorry Poppy feels dull. Now, girls, we must just make up our
minds not to do that--we must keep up brave hearts, and not sigh and
look dismal; that would never do. We have elected our own course, and
if we are not courageous we shall be beaten. I for one am determined
not to be beaten."

"I've always heard," said Jasmine, "that to sigh was very weakening.
What I propose is this--that we give each other a fine whenever we are
heard sighing, and another much more severe fine if we grumble, and
the worst fine of all if we cry. Now, what shall the fines be?"

After a little consideration the girls decided that the fines might as
well lead in the direction of their education. Accordingly they marked
out for themselves some of the most ponderous passages in "Paradise
Lost" to learn by heart, and as a severe punishment they selected
little bits of a very incomprehensible book, called Butler's
"Analogy." When they