When I was out this afternoon I called to see Miss Egerton, and she gave me three delicious new-laid eggs--really new-laid--we'll have them for supper." "No, we won't," said Jasmine, her eyes suddenly filling with tears, and her pettish mood changing to a tender and very sad one--"those eggs were given for Daisy, and no one else shall eat them.

Do you know, Primrose, that Miss Egerton does not think Daisy at all strong ?" "Oh, she is mistaken," said Primrose.

"No one who does not know her thinks Daisy strong; she has a fragile look, but it is only her look.
All my courage would go if I thought Daisy were ill--she is not ill; look at her now, what a sweet color she has on her cheeks." "Miss Egerton says she is like a little sister of her own," continued Jasmine.

Then she stopped suddenly.

"Oh! Primrose, you are not going to cry?
oh, don't; it would be dreadful if you gave way! No, Primrose, she is not like little Constance Egerton; she is just our own Daisy, who never looks strong, but who is very strong--she shall never be cold, and she shall have all the nourishment--you and I don't mind how plainly we live, do we, Queen Rose ?" Primrose had quickly wiped away her sudden tears.