If thirty pounds a year is not enough for us at the end, neither is it enough for us at the beginning, so we had better see about earning an income at once, or we'll get into debt, which will be quite awful.

Jasmine, I am afraid the days of our merry childhood are over, and I am so sorry for you and Daisy, for you are both very young." "Oh, I don't mind," said Jasmine--"I--I--I'd do anything--I fancy I could make dresses best, or--Oh, suppose I wrote poetry, and sold it?
You know you and Daisy do like my poems.

Do you remember how you cried over the one I called 'An Ode to the Swallow ?'" "No, I didn't cry over that one," interrupted Daisy.

"I thought that one rather stupid--I cried over the one in which you spoke about my darling Pink being caught in a trap, and having her leg broken." "Oh, that one," repeated Jasmine--"I thought that one a little vulgar.
I only made it up to please you, Daisy.

Primrose, don't you notice what a lot of poems there are in all the magazines, and of course, somebody must write them.