The overpowering sensation of knowing that she must make so much money meet so many absolute necessities had never touched her young life.

Miss Martineau's words had made her a little thoughtful, but by no means anxious.

If she and her sisters could not live on thirty pounds a year there was still the money in the bank.
Primrose thought two hundred pounds, if not a large, at least a very comfortable sum.

The only real effect that her old governess's words had on her was to make her a little extra saving.
Jasmine never liked Primrose when she was in a saving mood, and she grumbled audibly when, the morning after Miss Martineau's visit, her elder sister suggested that they should do without some black cotton dresses which the day before they had decided to buy and to make for themselves.
"Such nonsense!" said Jasmine, stamping her little foot impatiently; "you know we want the dresses, Primrose.

You know poor Daisy can't run and play in the garden in her black cashmere frock, and I can't dig or weed.