I almost promised you, for you looked so fierce, and your eyes were so bloodshot, and cruel, and terrible, and I'd great work to keep remembering that you were really my friend; but I'm so glad I did not give you that word too, for now I know that I'd have done very wrong.

A Prince has come to me, Mr.Dove, and told me I am very selfish to try to keep my sisters out of the Palace Beautiful.
He says the walls are covered with Goodness and the furniture is put there by Self-Denial, and the windows are shining because Love has polished them up.

He says there's no Love and no Goodness here, and he calls your rooms dungeons.

He's a very, very strong Prince, and he kills ogres--he even kills ogres who are friends to little girls.
Please, Mr.Dove, this is to say that I'm going away to the Palace Beautiful, and that I'll always keep my word about the sweeties.
"Your true little friend, DAISY." Then Daisy fastened her letter, and directed it to Mr.Dove, No.

10, Eden Street, and she asked Primrose for a stamp, and then she and her eldest sister went out, and Primrose turned her back while Daisy dropped the letter into the nearest pillar-box.
The moment this was done the child gave a little skip, and caught Primrose's hand, and squeezed it hard, and said, in an excited voice-- "Now I've done it! I'm not going to be the selfish little girl who breaks people's hearts.