Do you know, Primrose, that she is actually going to London ?" Jasmine looked so delighted and eager that Primrose could not help smiling, and taking her sister's hand, they ran downstairs together.
Poppy, who had very black eyes, cheeks with a brilliant color, and hair like a raven's wing, was standing in the drawing-room twisting her apron strings and chatting volubly to Daisy.

She had known the girls all her life, and not only loved them dearly, but respected them much.

To Poppy Jenkins there never were three such beautiful and altogether charming young ladies as the Misses Mainwaring.
When Primrose appeared she dropped her a curtsey--perhaps she respected Primrose the most, and loved her the least.
"It's to say good-bye, miss," she began, "I called in, hoping for last words with you three dear young ladies.

I is summoned to London, Miss Primrose." Nothing could exceed the air of modest pride with which Poppy made this declaration; she quite expected Primrose to be both startled and dazzled, and said afterwards that it was rather like a little stream of cold water trickling down her back when Miss Mainwaring replied quietly-- "London is a long way off, Poppy--why are you going there ?" "I has an aunt in the boarding-house way, Miss Primrose--she keeps a very select establishment; and most particular; don't admit no gentlemen.

It's for ladies only, aunt's boarding-house is, miss, and she wrote to mother that it's a flourishing concern, and she wants a girl who will be honest, and handy, and country-bred, to help wait on the ladies.