ut her language ran as follows:--

Penelope Mansion,
Wright street, off the Edgware Road,
_July 22._

HONORED Miss,--

"Your letter was that gratifying. I am so glad you have put by your
savings, and are coming to visit this vast Babylon. Miss Primrose, it
will do me a sight of good to see your face, and the face of Miss
Jasmine, and the face of Miss Daisy. The ladies here, miss--for I must
own to the truth--are not as beautiful as was to be expected. Neither
in their visages nor in their manners are they beautiful. Sharp's the
word from morn till night here, and many a time I cry. I hasn't had no
moment yet to visit the sights, for aunt's hands are very full, and
she looks most natural to me to assist her, which I do, as in duty
bound. I'm told that there isn't much of the real London to be seen
from Penelope Mansion, so I live in hopes that it is as beautiful as
we pictured it beyond these dull walls. Miss, I has spoken to my aunt,
and she will be very pleased to receive you three, and will put you in
a bedroom to the front of the house. You'll be fretted by the roar
from the continuous multitude which passes these windows all day and
all night, but otherwise the room is cheerful, although somewhat hot.
Miss Primrose, I'll give you all such a welcome.

"Your humble and most devoted friend,
"POPPY JENKINS."

This letter was received by the girls while they were eating their
breakfast. Primrose read it aloud to her sisters, and the effect of
Poppy's words was certainly not enlivening. Jasmine was the first to
recover her spirits.

"Never mind," she said; "Poppy feels a little dull and it is more than
ever our duty to go up to London, and try and cheer her. Poor Poppy!
it is very wrong of her aunt not to let her go out to see the sights,
and you see, Primrose, she really knows no part of London yet, except
Penelope Mansion. Poor Poppy! how she did long to go to see the
wonderful city; but she was a little frivolous, and seemed only to
want to look at the shop windows and to examine the newest fashions.
_We_ go to this grand, great London in a different spirit--we go
determined to conquer, don't we, Queen Rose?"

"We go to do what seems to be our duty," answered Primrose, solemnly.
"Oh, Jasmine! I hope we are doing right--I hope, I pray that God may
help us."

Then a letter was written to Poppy, in which the noisy room was
secured for the following Thursday,