Your own dear face looks sweet and home-like under it; now let us get into the very first omnibus, and find our way to the city." When the girls arrived within the sacred precincts of the far-famed Paternoster Row, Jasmine held her breath a little, and stood still while she eagerly considered as to which publishing house she should offer her wares.

Finally, she determined that her first pilgrimage should be to the editor of _The Downfall_, who had not yet returned or even written to her about her "Ode to Adversity." The office of _The Downfall_ was not in Paternoster Row, but in a very narrow street adjoining, and Jasmine, followed by Poppy, plunged boldly down this narrow alley, and then up, and up, and up, and up the winding stairs to the editor's office at the top of the house.
Jasmine had not been at all agreeably impressed by Mr.Rogers on the occasion of her former visit.

Unaccompanied by Poppy, she would scarcely have again ventured to approach him, but Poppy looked quite determined and resolute enough to give her little companion courage, and Jasmine's childish voice was presently heard in the outer office demanding to see the editor.
It so happened that Mr.Rogers was not particularly engaged, for _The Downfall_ was rapidly proving the truth of its title, and was having a very quick descent into an early and untimely grave--consequently its editor had very little to do.
Mr.Rogers consented to see Miss Jasmine Mainwaring and her companion, and accordingly the two girls were ushered into the editorial presence.
Mr.Rogers commenced his interview with Miss Jasmine by apparently forgetting all about her.

This had a most disconcerting effect on the young author.
"But surely you must remember that I came to see you nearly three months ago, and brought you a poem called an 'Ode to Adversity,'" pleaded Jasmine--"we had rather a long talk about it; I don't know how you can absolutely forget." "My dear young lady, so many people call, and leave so many poems, and each poem is so like the last, that really you must pardon me, but my head gets confused." "Taken with a kind of swimming, sir ?" here burst in Poppy.

"I suppose it is a sort of Sarah case over again." The editor stared rather fiercely at this unexpected interruption, deigned no reply whatever to Poppy, and continued his conversation with Jasmine.
"I am sorry that I have forgotten both you and your poem--it is, doubtless, docketed with others to be returned in due course--I am sorry, but of course I could not use it--did you expect me to?
Why, the name alone--an 'Ode to Adversity,' was quite sufficient to make me decline it." "But, but," said Jasmine, coloring crimson and very nearly crying, "I was told by a lady who reads your paper that the name was just what you like.