I'll go out with you, and you must turn your back when I drop it into the pillar-box.

You'll be very happy when it's written, Primrose, and I'm doing it for you and Jasmine, and because I won't be a selfish little girl." Primrose stooped down and kissed Daisy.
"You may write your letter and post it," she said, "and I'll try not to be the least bit curious, Eyebright.

Now sit down and write away, you have a nice quiet hour before Jasmine comes in to tea." "So I have," answered Daisy; "thank you, Primrose.

Please don't say anything to me when I'm writing." Then Daisy in her corner blotted her fingers, and brought a deep flush to her little pale face, and ruined several sheets of note-paper, all of which she carefully tore up to the smallest fragments.

At last an epistle, over which she sighed and trembled, and even dropped tears, was finished.