with regret." Poor Jasmine's white little face grew piteous.
"Oh, Poppy!" she began.
"Do you want it, Miss Jasmine ?" said Poppy.

"I calls it a cheat; but do you want it ?" "Oh, dear Poppy, I thought my words would look so lovely in Print--I am disappointed!" "Then you shan't be, Miss Jasmine, darling.

Here, sir, you're another of the Aunt Flint tribe, but my darling Miss Jasmine shall not look as she does now if I can prevent it.

Please, sir, will you look in this here little purse given to you by the honest hand of toil, and see if it contains the price of a hundred of those nasty _Joy-bells_.
There's my three months' wage in that purse, sir, so I expect it will prove sufficient." The editor opened the little purse gingerly.
"Do you wish your friend to subscribe for you ?" he asked, looking at Jasmine.

"I will allow you to have the first instalment at a reduction.