"Please let me think. I had a dream when I was asleep. I did something in the dream, and I think I'll do it now really--only you must let me think Poppy." "Think, away, pretty little miss," said Poppy: "and while you are worriting your poor little brain over thoughts I'll take it upon me to prepare a bit of dinner for you." Poppy made some tea, and boiled an egg, and toasted some bread to a light and tempting brown. When the meal was prepared she brought it to Daisy, who said wistfully-- "If I do what I want I must be strong, so I'll eat up that egg, and I'll take some toast, and you must take something too, Poppy." "Seeing as I can't get no meal till to-morrow morning I'm not inclined to refuse a good offer," said Poppy. "You don't know, missy, as I'm going back to my native 'ome to-night." "Poppy," said Daisy, suddenly, taking no notice of this remark, "do you know if Mrs. Ellsworthy is a very rich woman?" "Mrs. Ellsworthy of Shortlands?" said Poppy; "why, in course; ever since I can remember, my mother has said to me, 'Poppy, child, them there Ellsworthys is made of money.'" "Made of money," repeated Daisy, a little shadowy smile coming to her face; "then they must be really rich. Do you think, Poppy, that Mrs. Ellsworthy is rich enough to give away L17 10_s._ to buy the daily bread, and to help a little girl who could not help being selfish out of a dreadful dark dungeon? Mrs. Ellsworthy has always been very kind, and I used to love her when I lived at home, but if I thought she was not really very, very rich, I would not ask her, for that might be putting _her_ to great trouble. Losing money makes one's heart ache terrible, Poppy, and I would rather bear my own heartache than give it to another person." "Mrs. Ellsworthy is made of money," repeated Poppy, "and L17 10_s._ would be no more than a feather's weight to her. All the same, I can't make out what you're driving at, Miss Daisy." "I wonder if Mrs. Ellsworthy is at Shortlands now," continued Daisy. "To be sure she is, Miss Daisy; shall I take her any message when I goes back home?" "Oh, no, Poppy, thank you very much. Poppy, I wish you had not lent all that money to Jasmine two days ago--you have not any money in your pocket now, have you, Poppy?" Poppy gave a slight sigh. "Just the price of a third single to Rosebury, and no more, Miss Daisy, darling." "Oh, dear me," said Daisy, "it's just exactly that much money which would make me perfectly happy. Must you go to Rosebury to-night, Poppy?" "Well, missy, I'd do something to make you 'appy, but I don't know where to go if I don't go to my home--to be sure, Aunt Flint would give her eyes to get me back again, but I fears that even for you, Miss Daisy, I can't bear no more of that Sarah game."