Mamma always allowed me to arrange the flowers, and Primrose will in the future." Here Jasmine went up to Primrose, and took her hand, and the elder sister smiled at her with great affection, and said, looking at Mrs.Ellsworthy, "We call Jasmine our artist at home." "And our poet--she makes poetry about the Pink at home," said Daisy.
"Oh, dear!" she continued, giving a deep sigh, "I can't see the Persian kitten anywhere.

I do hope what Miss Martineau said is not true." "What did she say, my dear ?" asked the lady of Shortlands.
"Oh, a lot of nonsense--that this was a great house, and we were to sit on chairs, and not speak unless you spoke to us, and we were not to play with the Persian kitten, nor see the dogs.

She said you were a very grand lady, and that was the proper way to go on--we didn't agree with her, did we, Jasmine ?" "No, of course we didn't," said Jasmine; "we knew better." "We said you were a romp," continued Daisy.

"You seemed like it in our garden.

I wouldn't have come if I thought you were one of those ladies who wanted little girls to sit on chairs.