CHAPTER XXXII.
JASMINE BEGINS TO SOAR.
When Primrose went home and told her sisters and Miss Egerton what she had done, Jasmine's eyes had grown first bright, and then misty.
"To be continual reader to Mrs.Mortlock!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, Primrose, it is an act of self-denial to you--it is, isn't it?
Own at once that you were very brave to do it, darling." "I don't think so," said Primrose; "there may be a certain little amount of drudgery in it, and perhaps I would rather have orders to paint beautiful roses and lilies on china plates, but you see, Jasmine, this work has been sent to me--I think God sent it, and I must not refuse it because perhaps I would like something else better." "That's bravely spoken, Primrose," said Miss Egerton who was sitting by, for she often spent odd half-hours with the girls.

"Look at everything in the same spirit, my love; try to see God's hand in all the little events, and you will have a brave life and a happy one." "And a successful, I hope," added Jasmine.

"Miss Egerton, how awful it would be if we girls were to fail!" "My Prince says," here interrupted Daisy, "that whenever we do a good thing and a right thing, we bring something fresh and lovely into our Palace Beautiful.

Isn't it nice to think that dear old Primrose has done this ?" "The money, too, will be of great help," added Primrose.