Mr.Jones, her master, assured her, however, that her goods must ere long find a market, and she struggled on bravely.
Perhaps, on the whole, Jasmine was more tried by her present life than her sister.

Jasmine's was a more highly-strung temperament; she could be more easily depressed and more easily elated--hers was the kind of nature which pours forth its sweetest and best in sunshine; did the cold blasts of adversity blow too keenly on this rather tropical little flower, then no expansion would come to the beautiful blossoms, and the young life would fail to fulfil its promise.

Jasmine was never meant by nature to be poor; she had been born in Italy, and something of the languor and the love of ease and beauty of her birthplace seemed always to linger round her.

She had talents--under certain conditions she might even have developed genius, but in no sense of the word was she hardy; where Primrose could endure, and even conquer, Jasmine might die.
The little sister, who was too young to acutely feel any change which did not part her from Primrose and Jasmine, was, perhaps, the only one of the three whose spirits were on a par with what they were in the old Rosebury days; but although Daisy's little mind remained tranquil, and she did not trouble herself about ways and means, nor greatly fret over the fact that the skies were leaden, and the attic room foggy, still Daisy also suffered in her rather delicate little body.

She caught cold in the London fogs, and the cold brought on a cough, and the cough produced loss of appetite.