ever knew what
was happening to the ogre. That wicked man was not allowed to continue
his evil ways without punishment. At the present moment he is locked
up safely in prison, where he can hurt no one. He was put there
because he stole a five-pound note and a ring from the gentleman whom
the little girl used to call the Prince. It is believed, though of
course nothing is certainly known, nor will be until the little girl
is taken out of the thraldom of the ogre and confesses what has
happened, that this wicked man has also stolen a good deal of money
from an envelope which the elder sister used to consider her
'Emergency Fund' envelope. In short, it is thought that his one object
in frightening the poor little girl was simply to rob her and her
sisters. Now that he is in prison, however, and quite out of the way
of harming any one, it is greatly hoped by those who love her that the
poor little one, who was made to suffer so cruelly, will be released
from the thraldom of the wicked ogre, and be made to see that there
are times and circumstances during which even the most truthful little
girl would do better to break her word than to keep it. Now, Daisy,
that is the end of my story; I've got nothing more to say about it,
for at present I know nothing more. Good-night, dear--I will send
Primrose to you. I will come to you when you want me again."

CHAPTER XLVI.

DELIVERED FROM THE OGRE.

"Here's the money, Primrose--here's all the money," said little Daisy,
in a weak, weak voice, when her sister came up to her bedside, and
bent over her. "It was lost and the Prince brought it back; you won't
ask me any questions about it, will you, Primrose?"

"No," exclaimed Primrose, in her very quiet and matter-of-fact
voice--the kind of voice which was most soothing to the excitable and
nervous child at the present moment.

"I'm glad to have it back, Daisy, dear, for I have missed it; but of
course, I shan't ask you any questions about it. I shall just put it
into my purse, and you shall see what a nice fat purse I have got once
more."

Then Primrose held her little sister's hand, and shook up her pillows,
and tended her as only she knew how, but all that night Daisy grew
more and more restless. The drowsy state in which she had hitherto
been had changed to one of wakefulness. All through the long night
the little creature's bright eyes remained open, and her anxious face
had a question on it which yet she never spoke.