"Why, of course," she exclaimed; "how very silly of me to forget!--my hundred copies of _The Joy-bell_ ought to have arrived by now. Yes, of course they ought, and perhaps I shall be able to sell some of them. I have no doubt Mrs. Dredge would buy a couple if Poppy asked her and perhaps Mrs. Mortlock and Miss Slowcum would also like to see my first story in print. Yes, of course, I can sell a few copies. Bridget said she would buy one, and she said she had two cronies who would be sure to take a copy each. Yes, I expect I shall make a few shillings by the sale of _The Joy-bell_ to-day, and that will keep me going fine. Oh, dear! the very moment I have earned a little money by them I must send a copy down to Daisy. Won't the darling like to show my words of genius to Primrose? I'll run downstairs this minute, and ask Bridget if she has not got a parcel for me." But alas! no _Joy-bells_ had arrived for Jasmine, and after the little girl had wondered a great deal, and talked the matter over with Bridget she determined to put on her hat and go off to consult with Poppy. She was not long finding her way to Penelope Mansion, and Poppy opened the door for her, but greeted her in a sad voice, and looked decidedly depressed. "I have come about _The Joy-bell_" began Jasmine at once, in an excited voice. "It ought to have come--my hundred copies, you know, and they haven't. I must go to inquire about it at once; and, Poppy, dear, could you come with me?" Poppy turned very red. "No, Miss Jasmine, darling, I couldn't," she said, in the meekest voice. Poppy's tones were so unlike those she usually employed that Jasmine glanced at her in some surprise. "Why, Poppy, how funny you are!" she exclaimed. "Is anything the matter?" "Don't you notice it, Miss Jasmine, but I'm a bit low-like," said Poppy. "I has my low fits and my high fits same as t'other folks, and this is a low fit day--that's all, miss." "Oh! I am so sorry. Poor Poppy! And is the swimming in your head as bad as ever?"