It is kind of you to ask us," answered Primrose.
Mrs.Ellsworthy drove away in state, and the sisters saw her off from their door-steps.

They made a pretty group as they stood together--Daisy's arms clasped her elder sister's waist, and Jasmine shaded her dark eyes from the full blaze of the sun with her little white dimpled hand.
As the great lady drove away Jasmine had actually the audacity to blow a kiss to her.
The neighbors at the opposite side of the street felt quite scandalized, and said to themselves that surely the poor young ladies had seen the last of Mrs.Ellsworthy, after such a piece of impertinence.

But the lady of Shortlands was really delighted.
"To think of my being here all these years, and never knowing those charming creatures," she soliloquized.

Just then she saw Miss Martineau crossing the street, and she ordered her coachman to draw up.
"I have been with them, dear Miss Martineau--they are delightful--so fresh--and so--so pretty! They are coming to Shortlands to-morrow.
Good-bye--warm morning, is it not?
Home, Tomlinson." The girls had entered the little house, cheered by Mrs.Ellsworthy's visit.

Primrose, it is true, did not share her younger sisters' enthusiasm, but even she was pleased, and owned to herself that Mrs.
Ellsworthy was a very different neighbor from the village folk.
Primrose's mind, however, was a good deal absorbed by what she had discovered in her mother's little old-fashioned cabinet.