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"Within the house at least," remarked Poppy Jenkins, "it ain't what we dreamt of."
She was standing the next morning in the room where the three sisters had slept -- it was early, only five o'clock in the morning, but this was Poppy's London hour for rising. Jasmine was sitting up in bed and regarding her earnestly, Primrose was also awake, but Daisy slept like a cherub.