I told him what Mrs.Dove said about his readers liking tearful things, and he gave quite a rude laugh; however, I shouldn't be surprised if the poem was taken; if it fails in that quarter, I must only try one of the very best magazines.

Oh, what was I saying about Daisy?
I think she was asleep when I came back--she was lying very quiet, only her cheeks were rather flushed.

Of course, Primrose, nothing happened to our little Daisy; if there did, she would tell us." "I will send for the doctor, at any rate," said Primrose; "I don't like her look.

I will send for the doctor, and--and--" But Primrose's brave voice broke, and she turned her face away.
Jasmine ran up to her, and put her arms round her neck.
"What is it, Rose darling ?--are you really troubled about Daisy?
or are you thinking of the expense?
I wonder what a London doctor will charge?
Have you got any money to pay him, Primrose ?" "I've got Mr.Danesfield's money," said Primrose; "I have always kept it for an emergency.

I had hoped never to need it, but if the real emergency comes it is right to spend it.