lock and Miss Slowcum would also like to see my first
story in print. Yes, of course, I can sell a few copies. Bridget said
she would buy one, and she said she had two cronies who would be sure
to take a copy each. Yes, I expect I shall make a few shillings by the
sale of _The Joy-bell_ to-day, and that will keep me going fine. Oh,
dear! the very moment I have earned a little money by them I must
send a copy down to Daisy. Won't the darling like to show my words of
genius to Primrose? I'll run downstairs this minute, and ask Bridget
if she has not got a parcel for me."

But alas! no _Joy-bells_ had arrived for Jasmine, and after the little
girl had wondered a great deal, and talked the matter over with
Bridget she determined to put on her hat and go off to consult with
Poppy.

She was not long finding her way to Penelope Mansion, and Poppy opened
the door for her, but greeted her in a sad voice, and looked decidedly
depressed.

"I have come about _The Joy-bell_" began Jasmine at once, in an
excited voice. "It ought to have come--my hundred copies, you know,
and they haven't. I must go to inquire about it at once; and, Poppy,
dear, could you come with me?"

Poppy turned very red.

"No, Miss Jasmine, darling, I couldn't," she said, in the meekest
voice.

Poppy's tones were so unlike those she usually employed that Jasmine
glanced at her in some surprise.

"Why, Poppy, how funny you are!" she exclaimed. "Is anything the
matter?"

"Don't you notice it, Miss Jasmine, but I'm a bit low-like," said
Poppy. "I has my low fits and my high fits same as t'other folks, and
this is a low fit day--that's all, miss."

"Oh! I am so sorry. Poor Poppy! And is the swimming in your head as
bad as ever?"

"It's continual, Miss Jasmine. It seems to have become a kind of
habit, same as the smuts and the Sarah Janes. A swimming head is most
certain the London style of head for a girl like me. Yes, I am sorry I
can't go with you, Miss Jasmine, darling, but I can't this morning. I
hope you will get safe to the City, miss, and that you will see the
editor, and give it to him sharp for not sending you your _Joy-bells_.
Oh, my, Miss Jasmine! to think that your beautiful words is in print
at last! Most likely the whole of London is flooded by them now, and
the editor will be asking you for more of your words of beauty and
wisdom. You make a sharp bargain with him, Miss Jasmine, and before
you put pen to paper again for him, you get you