"So you too are in debt, Daisy," said Primrose. "Oh, dear, what shall I do? Daisy, dear, forgive me, I ought not to mind anything now you are growing better, but my heart is heavy, and I feel almost crushed. Yes, Daisy, dear Poppy must have her money. I won't write to Miss Egerton until to-morrow." Here Primrose wiped some tears from her sweet brown eyes, but she took good care not to allow Daisy to see that she was crying. CHAPTER LII. "I LOVE MRS. ELLSWORTHY." The next afternoon, to the surprise of both Primrose and Daisy, Noel arrived. Daisy greeted her Prince with rapture, but refused to hear any particulars of Dove's trial. "I want to forget him," she said. "You say he is in the dungeon now. I don't want to think of it. If I think of it long I shall begin to be so sorry for him." "We will talk of something better and pleasanter," said Noel. "How soon are you coming back to your Palace Beautiful, little Princess?" Daisy looked anxiously across the room at Primrose. Primrose was bending over some needlework, and a ray of sunlight was shining on her fair head. She did not raise her eyes or respond in any way to the little sister's glance. "We did think of coming back to Miss Egerton's in the autumn," said Daisy, "but last night Primrose--May I tell, Primrose?" Primrose put down her work suddenly and came up to where Noel and Daisy were sitting. "It is just this," she said; "Daisy did not know she had such a proud and obstinate sister. We had made our plans for the autumn--at least we simply intended to struggle on, and hope and watch for brighter days--but yesterday I had a letter from Miss Egerton, and some of its contents troubled me a good deal. Daisy saw that I was unhappy, and I told her what Miss Egerton wanted. I thought the dear little one would object, but she only said, 'Oh, let us be brave, Primrose; our Palace Beautiful will be all the brighter if we really earn it.' Then she added, 'I am beginning to wish to earn a little money myself, for I want to give a very kind person back what he gave me.'" Noel gave Daisy's thin little hand a squeeze. Primrose looked at the two, and stopped speaking. After a moment's pause she said suddenly-- "I don't like the plan; I never can like it. Mrs. Ellsworthy is all that is kind, but she is no relation of ours. She lived in the same place with us for years, and she never even called on our mother. Oh, I don't blame her; she naturally thought that people who lived in an humble little cottage at Rosebury were not ladies, but you see we are ladies, and we cannot help feeling sore. I may agree to the plan--I may be forced to agree to it for Jasmine's and Daisy's sakes--but I can never, never like it." Here Primrose went out of the room.