Now go home, dear, and come to me again in the evening, and I will tell you what I have done.
I have no doubt I can have your rooms ready by to-morrow; is Daisy pleased at the idea of coming ?" "Yes, she is delighted," said Primrose; "her dear little face quite changed when I spoke about it.

I am sure you are right, Miss Egerton, and the change will do her lots of good." "I mean to make your attics quite charming," said Miss Egerton.

"They shall be converted into a kind of beautiful palace for my brave young workers.

Yes, Primrose, I admire your spirit, and if I can do anything to aid you three girls to conquer fate, I will." The moment her school duties were over Miss Egerton went out.

She visited certain shops that she knew of--queer little, quaint, out-of-the-way shops--quite pokey little places; but from their depths she managed to extract one or two round tables, one or two easy-chairs, a few brackets, which could be easily converted into book-shelves, a certain sofa, with not too hard a back, a couple of fenders, some fire-irons, some cups and saucers, some dinner plates.
These and a few more necessary articles she bought for what would have seemed a ridiculously low figure to any one who was not in her secret.
The furniture was all conveyed to her neat little house that afternoon, and there it was absolutely pounced upon by her willing and hard-working servant who washed it, and scrubbed it, and rubbed it, and polished it; and, finally, Miss Egerton purchased bright chintz, and slipped it over the ugly little chairs, and covered up the antiquated old sofa, and that very night a certain amount of her work was got through, and the attics began already to look habitable.
"I mean to do a great deal more," thought Miss Egerton; "fortunately the paper is fresh and the paint clean; but I must put up two or three pictures, and I shall fill these book-shelves with the books I used to love when I was young.