Jasmine, promise me one thing--don't leave Daisy alone while I am out.

I cannot in the least understand how it happened, but I feel sure she must have got some fright when you were out last night." "Oh, she couldn't have," answered Jasmine--"I locked the door after me.

I never leave Daisy alone without locking the door.

I won't leave her now, of course, Primrose--I will take my little writing table close to her bedside, and if she wakes I can read her a part of my novel." Primrose gave one or two more directions, and then hurried out, and Jasmine, after she had washed up the breakfast things, and put the little sitting-room perfectly tidy, moved her small writing-table into the bedroom, and sat down by Daisy's side.

She was in the scribbling stage of her great work, and with her head bent low, her cheeks flushed, and her fingers much stained with ink, was writing away with great rapidity, when she was startled by some very earnest words from the little sleeper.
"Oh, no, indeed, Mr.Dove--oh no, you may be quite certain.