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What the child says is true," he observed. "It isn't as if you was quite well. You've been took bad twice in the last few days - you can't deny of it, Ellen. Why shouldn't I just take a bus and go over and see Margaret? I'd tell her just how it is. She'd understand, bless you!"
"I won't have you doing nothing of the sort!" cried Mrs. Bunting, speaking almost as passionately as her stepdaughter had done. "Haven't I a right to be ill, haven't I a right to be took bad, aye, and to feel all right again - same as other people?"
Daisy turned round and clasped her hands. "Oh,
Ellen!" she cried; "do say that you can't spare me! I don't want to go across to that horrid old dungeon of a place."
"Do as you like," said Mrs. Bunting sullenly. "I'm fair tired of you both! There'll come a day, Daisy, when you'll know, like me, that money is the main thing that matters in this world; and when your Aunt Margaret's left her savings to somebody else just because you wouldn't spend a few days with her this Christmas, then you'll know what it's like to go without - you'll know what a fool you were, and that nothing can't alter it any more!"