Why can't we have some more coal?
this is much too small a fire for weather with snow on the ground, and a horrid, odious fog filling every corner." "Hush!" said Primrose, laying down her work, and stooping towards her younger sister, who sat on the hearthrug, "I am keeping the coal to put on until Daisy wakes.

You know, Jasmine, we resolved not to run up any bills, and I cannot get in any coal until Mr.Danesfield sends us our next quarter's allowance--wrap my fur cloak round you, darling, and then you will be quite warm." Jasmine shivered, but rising slowly, she went into the bedroom, and returned in a moment, not with the fur cloak, but with a white woolly shawl.

"The day for Mr.Danesfield's money will arrive in less than a week," she said.

"Oh, Primrose! I thought you were going to be a good manager; I did not think you were going to bring us to this." Primrose smiled.
"Jasmine, dear," she said, "you are not quite brave to-night, or you would not speak to me in that tone.

You forget that we should not have been short of money had not that five-pound note been stolen from us.
When Mr.Danesfield's allowance comes in we shall be able to go on as usual, and then you need not suffer from a short allowance of fire.
Jasmine, I know what is the matter with you; you did not eat half enough dinner to-day.