loved flowers and knew her dear grandmother loved them too. But as
she was coming back, and just as she was entering the streets, she
met a lady and a little boy of about three years old, who directly
held out his hands and began to beg for the flowers. His mamma
stopped, and as Fanny was very poorly dressed, she thought it
probable that she would sell her nosegay, and so she said,

"Will you give that bunch of flowers to my little boy, and I will
pay you for it?"

"Please, ma'am, they are for grandmother," said Fanny blushing, and
thinking she ought to give the flowers directly, and without money to
any one who wished for them.

"But perhaps your grand-mother would rather have this sixpence?"
said the lady. And Mrs. Newton's friend, who had just come up, said,

"Well, my dear, take the lady's sixpence, and let her have the
flowers if she wishes for them."

So Fanny held the flowers to the lady, who took them and put the
sixpence in her hand. Fanny wished much to ask for one rose, but she
thought it would not be right to do so, when the lady had bought them
all: and she looked at them so very longingly that the lady asked if
she were sorry to part with them.

"Oh! no, ma'am," cried her friend, "she is not at all sorry--come
now, don't be a fool, child," she whispered, and led Fanny on.

"That is a good bargain for you," she added as she went on; "that