My trouble far surpassed the bitterness of death.

Only for you three, I could not have lived-- "Your mother, "Constance Mainwaring." Primrose had scarcely finished reading this letter, and had by no means taken in the full meaning of its contents, when light, soft footsteps paused outside the room, and she heard the handle of the door being very softly turned.
Cramming the letter into her pocket, and shutting the lid of the little cabinet, she ran and unlocked the door.

Jasmine was standing without.
"I looked for you everywhere, Primrose, and I did not mean really to disturb you here; I thought you might be here, and I tried the handle very softly, meaning to steal away again.

Are you very busy, Primrose ?" "I can come with you if you want me for anything, Jasmine," answered Primrose, putting her hand to her head in a dazed sort of way.
Jasmine's brow cleared, and her face grew bright instantly.
"It's rather exciting," she said; "I'm so glad you can come.

It is about Poppy Jenkins--Poppy is downstairs--she is going away--she has come to say good-bye.