"No," answered Primrose, almost shortly for her—"Mrs. Ellsworthy's letter can keep," and then she slipped the thick white envelope into her pocket.
"Why sister darling, how pale you look!—are you tired?"
"A little," said Primrose—"I had no dinner—I should like a cup of tea."
Jasmine flew out of the room to get it for her, and Daisy nestled up to her elder sister's side.
"Primrose," she whispered, "Jasmine and I read that letter in the garden together. Oh! we were so surprised to know we had a little baby brother long ago. We went to Hannah and asked her about him, and Hannah cried—I never saw Hannah cry so long and so hard. She said he was the sweetest baby. Oh, how I wish we had him now!—he would be much, much nicer than my new doll."
"But if he were with us now he would be a man, Eyebright—a big, brave man, able to help us poor girls."
Daisy considered—
"I can only think of him as a baby," she said. "Hannah said he was lost in London. How I wish we could go to London and find our brother!"