When she saw how happy Mrs.Ellsworthy made her sisters she forgave her for not calling on her mother.
Mr.Ellsworthy took a good deal of notice of Primrose, and showed her some of his pet books, and talked to her in a sensible grown-up way.
Jasmine and Daisy were young for their years, but Primrose was old, and she liked to ask practical questions.

Had she known Mr.Ellsworthy a little better she might have even consulted him as to the best way of laying out thirty pounds per annum, so as to cover all the expenses of three girls who wished to live as ladies; but she was both shy and reserved; and when Mr.Ellsworthy, goaded on by certain looks from his wife, referred to the subject of money, Primrose started aside from it like any frightened young fawn.
The day, the happy day for all three, passed only too quickly, and it was Mrs.Ellsworthy at last who determined to plunge boldly into the heart of the subject which was uppermost in her thoughts.
"Primrose," she said, taking the elder sister aside, "you must forgive me for speaking plainly to you, dear.

I call you Primrose, because you do not seem to me altogether a stranger, and my husband knew your father.

I may call you Primrose, may I not, love ?" "Please, do," said Primrose, with that sweet smile which came only rarely to her quiet face; "I like it--it is my name.

When people say Miss Mainwaring I feel--lonely." "You are Primrose, then, to me, dear.