CHAPTER XXVIII.
A STARTLING DISCOVERY.
All through her dreams that night Daisy sobbed and moaned.

Primrose, lying awake by her side, felt more and more alarmed and concerned.
What was the matter with her little sister?
She felt completely puzzled.

The bright little castle in the air she and Jasmine had been building; the cheerful thought of the cosy rooms which the girls were to share together in their friend's house; the dear delight of having furniture of their very own again; all these very healthful and natural dreams were fading and fading, for whenever Primrose even alluded to their leaving their present quarters Daisy clutched her hand, and looked at her with such pleading eyes, and used hurried words of such anguished entreaty, that at last the eldest sister felt obliged to say-- "We will stay where we are, Daisy, until you wish to leave." Then the poor little thin face relaxed into a wan smile, the lids drooped over the tired blue eyes, and the child slept more peacefully.
When Primrose felt her head, however, it was feverish, and her little hands burned to the touch.

She went into the next room and called Jasmine.
"Jasmine," she said, "I am going round to Mrs.Egerton's; I am going to tell her all about Daisy's alarm and terror.

I am going to consult her, for I know she means to be a good friend to us.