"Is there no other place where one might get more, so to speak, into the festive mood, miss ?" "Oh yes, you silly Poppy, lots and lots; but we'll come to those presently.

You'll have to see the Houses of Parliament, where our laws are made--if you don't feel grave there, you ought.

Then you must visit the Tower, where people's heads were cut off--it's very solemn indeed at the Tower; and, of course, you will pay a visit to the Zoo, and you can see the lions fed, and you can look at the monkey-house." "I likes monkeys," said Poppy, whose face had been growing graver and graver while Jasmine was talking; "and if you'll throw in a little bit of gazing into shop windows, Miss Jasmine, and learning the newest cuts of a bonnet, and the most genteel fit of a mantle, why, then, I'll do even that dreadful Tower, as in duty bound.

My mother calls London a vast sea and a world of temptation, and nothing but vanity from end to end; but when I thinks of the beautiful ladies in aunt's boarding-house, and of the shop windows I feels that it is dazzling." "I wish that I were going," repeated Jasmine, whose cheeks were flushed, and her starry eyes brighter than usual; "I wish I were going.

Oh, Primrose, think of you, and Daisy, and me saying our prayers in the Abbey!" "We must not think of it," said Primrose; "God hears our prayers wherever we say them, Jasmine, darling." "Yes," answered Jasmine; "and I am not going to complain.