ad it to me--please do."

But by this time Jasmine had torn the envelope open, and was
oblivious to all Daisy's comments. Her eager eyes devoured the
contents of an official-looking sheet of paper, then she danced up and
down the room, then she tossed the paper up to the ceiling, and
finally caught Daisy in her arms, and covered her little face with
kisses.

"Oh, Daisy, it's too good!--I'm so happy, I could almost cry. Daisy,
darling, he wants to see me about my story--he thinks it's very
fine--he says there are masterly bits in it--I'm to go and see him as
soon as possible."

"Him?" repeated Daisy; "but who is he, Jasmine?"

"He's the editor of one of the most powerful of all our magazines,"
said Jasmine; "the magazine is called _The Joy-bell_--hasn't it a
delicious title? Oh, Daisy! I must go at once to see him."

"Take me with you," said Daisy, coming up close to her sister--"take
me with you, darling, dear Jasmine. I'm much better, I've nearly lost
my cough, and the spring is coming; the air feels quite warm
to-day--do take me, Jasmine, for it is our own secret, and then, after
you've got your money--for I suppose you'll get a lot of money--we can
both tell Primrose to-night."

Jasmine hesitated, but the sun was shining warmly, and Daisy's little
face was very pleading--Jasmine felt so happy at this moment that she
greatly longed to give happiness.

"Yes," she said, suddenly, "I don't suppose Primrose will really mind,
and you must wrap up well; only there's just one thing, Daisy, we'll
have to call for Poppy. I would not on any account go to the
publisher's without Poppy."

As Jasmine and Daisy were hurrying quickly down the street to catch
the first omnibus which went in the direction of the Edgware Road,
Daisy suddenly clutched her sister's hand, the color left her pretty
face, and she began to hurry forward at a very rapid pace.

"What is the matter, Daisy?" said Jasmine: "you have quite hurt my
hand; has anything frightened you? have you seen any one?"

"Oh, it's nothing--I mean I'm subject to starts," said poor little
Daisy, in a sad voice. "I'll be better when I get into the omnibus
with you, Jasmine; and please, Jasmine, may I sit very close to you?
and may I hold your hand?"

"You poor little darling!" said Jasmine, affectionately, "you are not
a bit strong yet--you must have some more chemical food; I am told
there is nothing so good for starts as chemical food."

Daisy gave another start a