"Is it to sew on buttons for you, Jasmine?
for though I don't like sewing on buttons, I'll do it, or even--even--I'll darn your stockings, dear Jasmine." Jasmine laughed.
"It's nothing of that kind, Eyebright; it's something much, much more important.

You know, Daisy, what we came up to London for--why, of course you know why we left all our dear friends, and are living in about the very dullest part of London--of course you know ?" "Was it ?" said Daisy, looking dubious; "was it--I never could quite make out--because Primrose did not like Mrs.Ellsworthy ?" "Oh, you silly, silly little thing! What a dreadful thing to get into your head, Daisy-flower! I did think you knew why we came to town, and gave everything up, and made ourselves so miserable." "We did make ourselves miserable," sighed Daisy, "and I had to take Mr.Dove for my friend.

I like to have him for my friend, though.

What was the reason, please, Jasmine ?" "We came to London for the glorious privilege of being independent," chanted Jasmine, in a majestic voice.

"Daisy, I'm going to be it.