and then she said,
'oh Jasmine! we can't go away from here--we can't; oh, we can't! We
mustn't do it, Jasmine; we must stay here always, always!'"

"Poor little darling!" said Primrose. "She must have had a bad dream;
certainly Miss Egerton is right, and her nerves are very much shaken
and she wants change as soon as possible. Is she in the bedroom,
Jasmine?"

"Yes."

"Will you cook the supper, and I will go to her?"

Jasmine nodded, and Primrose went straight into the other room. Her
little sister had once more flown to the Pink for consolation; she was
holding the little animal tightly in her arms, and was rocking herself
backwards and forwards, and sobbing under her breath.

Primrose knelt down by her.

"What is it, my own little darling?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing, Primrose," said poor little Daisy, raising her
tear-stained face; "nothing really, dear Primrose, only I don't like
to leave the poor Doves."

"Oh, is that all?" said Primrose, in a very cheerful tone. "Why,
Daisy, you did not at all mind leaving them a couple of days ago; but
if you are really fond of them you can still see them occasionally,
for we are not going far away."

"I don't wish to leave the poor Doves," repeated Daisy, bending down
over the Pink, and her tears falling afresh.

"But, Daisy dear, how very funny of you to speak like this! You know,
darling, you must allow Jasmine and me to decide for you; we feel that
you will be much happier and much more comfortable with Mrs. Egerton.
Come, Daisy, these tears are very bad for you in your weak state. Let
me wash your face and hands, and take you into the other room to a
nice surprise supper sent by Miss Egerton."

But Daisy only shook her head, and bent lower over her cat, and
repeated over, and over, and over:

"I can't go away from Mr. and Mrs. Dove."

Poor Primrose became really alarmed at last.

"Daisy," she said, "there must be some reason for this sudden change
in your wishes. You were quite delighted at the thought of going to
Miss Egerton's an hour ago, when Jasmine was here; Jasmine went out,
and when she came back she found you in this state. Did you see
anybody while Jasmine was out?"

"N--n--no--I mean--I mean I can't say. Don't ask me, Primrose. Oh,
Primrose, I'm such a miserable little girl! but please, please, please
don't take me away from the poor Doves."

Daisy cried herself nearly into hysterics, and Primrose had at last to
pacify her by assuring her that