THE FLOWER MARKET 



IN these June days Tommy-Anne visited the 

 rose-bed every morning the first thing after break- 

 fast, and she watched the 

 buds so closely that Obi 

 said if she was not care- 

 ful she would look holes 

 through them. One 

 morning, however, a great 

 straggling bush, with small 

 dark green leaves, was com- 

 pletely covered with pale 

 yellow flowers, that opened 

 rather flatly, showing the 

 golden fringe at the heart. 

 Tommy-Anne ran to the bush in delight, and 

 buried her face in tlie nearest cluster, but drew 

 back even more quickly, her dear little pug nose 

 turning up with an injured expression as if it had 

 been cruelly cheated, as she said, "You will never 



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