fteen shillings in my glove. Now, perhaps,
you'll know where it is."

"In Devonshire?" repeated the woman. "And a third single costs fifteen
shillings? Surely, miss, you are not going all that long way by
yourself?"

"Yes," said Daisy, in a dignified little tone. "I'm obliged to go.
Thank you very much for Pussy's milk. How much am I to pay? Oh, a
penny? Thank you. Good evening."

The Pink was once more shut down into her basket, and Daisy hurried
out of the shop. The good-natured woman stared after her, and felt
half inclined to call her back; but, like many another, she reflected
that it was no affair of hers. The child went on to the end of the
long street, and then stood at a corner where several omnibuses came
up. A conductor, seeing her wistful little face, jumped down from his
stand, and asked her if she wanted to go anywhere.

"To Rosebury, in Devonshire," said poor little Daisy. "It's fifteen
shillings a single third."

The man smiled at the anxious little face.

"You want to get to Devonshire, missy," he said. "Then I expect
Waterloo's your line, and this here 'bus of mine goes there. Jump in,
missy, and I'll put you down at the right place."

"I've only got two pennies," said Daisy, "Will two pennies pay for a
drive to Waterloo for me and kitty?"

The man smiled, and said he thought he might manage to take her to
Waterloo for that sum.

CHAPTER XL.

A BITTER DISAPPOINTMENT.

There are little girls of ten years old who in the present day are
possessed of a large amount of self-possession. Some of these little
maids are, in their own way, quite womanly--they can ask their way
without faltering, and they can even walk about alone in a great world
like London without losing themselves.

But to this class of self-possessed little girls Daisy Mainwaring did
not belong. She had a charming, babyish little face, and was something
of the baby still in the confiding and wistful way in which she leaned
on others for support. Daisy was, perhaps, in all particulars younger
than her years. When at last, after inconceivable difficulties--after
being jostled about by an indifferent crowd, and pushed rudely against
by more than one stupid, blundering porter--she did find her way to
the right ticket-office, and did secure her single third to Rosebury,
and then get a very small allowance of room in a crowded third-class
carriage her heart was beating so loudly that she almost wondered it
did not burst. T