paid for a third single to Rosebury, and she was going to
Rosebury--so far her plans were definite enough; beyond this broad
fact, however, all was chaos.

Daisy knew very little more about London than she had known nine
months before, when first she and her sisters arrived in the great
city. She had gone out much less than the other two, and she had never
gone alone. Whenever she had walked abroad she had gone with a
companion.

Now her only companion was the Pink, and the poor little heart felt
very lonely, and the little feet trembled as they walked along the
pavement.

She had been so terrified about Poppy finding out what she really
wanted to do with the fifteen shillings that she had been afraid to
ask her any questions about Rosebury. She had not an idea from what
railway station she was to go, and she feared, as she walked through
the streets, that she might have to walk many miles.

At first she walked very rapidly, for she was anxious to get out of
Mr. Dove's neighborhood, and she also thought it just possible that
she might meet Primrose or Jasmine returning home. Besides the fifteen
shillings which were to pay for her ticket she had threepence of her
own in her pocket. When she had walked about half an hour, and thought
that she had gone a long way, and felt quite sure that she could not
be very far from the railway station which led to Rosebury, the Pink
awoke, and twisting and turning in her narrow basket began to mew
loudly.

"Oh, poor Kitty Pink," said Daisy, "she must be wanting her supper,
poor dear little kitty! I'm not at all hungry myself, but I think I
ought to buy a penno'th of milk for my kitty. I'll just go into that
shop over there--I see that they sell bread and milk. Perhaps they'll
give me some bread and milk for kitty for a penny, and oh, perhaps
they will know if I am near the right railway station for Rosebury."

Summoning up all her courage, for Daisy was naturally a timid child,
she ventured into the shop, and having asked for some bread and milk
for her cat, which was given with a little stare of amusement by a
good-natured looking woman, she put her important question in a very
faltering voice.

"Rosebury, my little dear?" said the shopwoman; "no, I never heard of
the place. Is it anywhere near London, love?"

"No," said Daisy; "it's miles and miles away from London. I know the
county it's in--it's in Devonshire and a third single costs fifteen
shillings, and I have got fi