utiful,
and I don't think the rooms do look like the rooms of a palace
to-day. Please, Poppy, look round you, and see if you can see any
goodness shining on the walls, and if you can see through Love's glass
into the street."

"Oh lor! no, Miss Daisy; I'm not so fanciful. The walls is just fairly
neat, and the windows, they're just like any other attic windows. Now,
missy, you're just fairly worn out, and you shall shut your eyes and
go to sleep."

Poor little Daisy was so weary and weak that she absolutely did close
her eyes, and comforted and soothed by Poppy's presence, she fell into
a short and uneasy doze. She awoke in about an hour, and lay quite
still, with her eyes wide open. Poppy said something to her, but she
replied, in an imploring tone.

"Please let me think. I had a dream when I was asleep. I did something
in the dream, and I think I'll do it now really--only you must let me
think Poppy."

"Think, away, pretty little miss," said Poppy: "and while you are
worriting your poor little brain over thoughts I'll take it upon me to
prepare a bit of dinner for you."

Poppy made some tea, and boiled an egg, and toasted some bread to a
light and tempting brown. When the meal was prepared she brought it to
Daisy, who said wistfully--

"If I do what I want I must be strong, so I'll eat up that egg, and
I'll take some toast, and you must take something too, Poppy."

"Seeing as I can't get no meal till to-morrow morning I'm not inclined
to refuse a good offer," said Poppy. "You don't know, missy, as I'm
going back to my native 'ome to-night."

"Poppy," said Daisy, suddenly, taking no notice of this remark, "do
you know if Mrs. Ellsworthy is a very rich woman?"

"Mrs. Ellsworthy of Shortlands?" said Poppy; "why, in course; ever
since I can remember, my mother has said to me, 'Poppy, child, them
there Ellsworthys is made of money.'"

"Made of money," repeated Daisy, a little shadowy smile coming to her
face; "then they must be really rich. Do you think, Poppy, that Mrs.
Ellsworthy is rich enough to give away L17 10_s._ to buy the daily
bread, and to help a little girl who could not help being selfish out
of a dreadful dark dungeon? Mrs. Ellsworthy has always been very kind,
and I used to love her when I lived at home, but if I thought she was
not really very, very rich, I would not ask her, for that might be
putting _her_ to great trouble. Losing money makes one's heart ache
terrible, Poppy, and I would rath