"I won't be selfish, Jasmine.

Just kiss me before you go." Jasmine went away, and Daisy, taking the Pink into her arms, sat down close to the fire.

She was not exactly nervous, but she scarcely liked to be left in the attics by herself.

She wished Mrs.Dove would come up, or even that Tommy Dove, who was a rude boy, and whom, as a rule, she particularly disliked, would pay her a visit.

Any company, however she reflected, would be better than none, for she was feeling heavy and depressed with her cold.