Well, Poppy, you are a very lucky girl, and I hope you'll be as good as gold, and as happy as the day is long." "And if ever you does come to London, Miss Jasmine," said Poppy, rising to her feet, "you'll remember aunt's boarding-house, for ladies only; and proud I'll be to wait on you, miss." "But we can't come, Poppy dear--we are very poor now--we have only got thirty pounds a year to live on." To Poppy, who had never been known in her life to possess thirty pence, this sum sounded by no means modest.
"Might I make bold to inquire, miss," she asked, "if the thirty pounds is once for all, or if it's a yearly recurrence ?" "Oh, it's an income, Poppy--how stupid you are!" "Then I'll consult my aunt in town, miss, and try to find out if you three dear young ladies couldn't contrive a London visit out of part of the savings." After this sapient speech Poppy bade the Mainwarings good-bye.

They looked after her retreating form down the street with many regrets, for they were very fond of her, and Jasmine at least envied her..