NOVEL USE FOR FLOWERS. 
The uatuial desire of a young lady to dress to please 
is sometimes not quenched even by sickness—especially 
if her physician is a young doctor. Miss Mary B. Banks, 
in “ Bright Days,” a hook descriptive of life on a South¬ 
ern plantation, reports an amusing anecdote illustmtive 
of the eccentricities of this ruling passion. A negro 
“ mammy ” tells the incident to her foster-child : 
“ Dat Miss Sallie Cotton is de one you’z heerd ’em aU 
laughin’ at de young doctor ’bout. 
One day, she went out hoss-back ridin’ wid er passel 
uv de young folks in de settleiiiejif; an’ when she came 
back, stid uv gwine ter de hoss-block, like de balance 
uv de gals done, she hpt down otf’n de boss ’fore she got 
her foot out’n de stuTup, an’ de boss he started fer dc 
stable. 
*• He ding her long er little ways; but he didn’t go fm, 
kas Bud Dick wuz dar an’ wus jes gwine ter hiz head. 
So he kotch holt uv him an’ one uv de gent’mums run 
an' pickt her up an' got her foot loose. But she wrencht 
it roun’ somehow, an’ siirained her ankle mighty bad. 
“ Dat night she had er monsous mizi'y in her whole 
foot, an’ her ankle swelled up tremenjus. I know, kase 
my miss made me stay in de room wid her, an’ my res’ 
wuz jes broke all ter flinderashuns. 
“ De nex' momm' she had er hot fever, so my nnss 
sont fer de doctor. De ol’ man wuzn’ dar, so de young 
one come. 
She wuz er settin’ up-sta’re, dar in the big room, an’ 
she could see er long ways up de road. Cornin’ down de 
hill long-side er Miss Ann’s gate, she spied ’twuz de 
young doctor cornin’. 
“ Wlien she seed him, she sont me out in de flow 
garden ter git her some blossoms. ®*'' 
“ Bless yer soul, honey! I thort she wuz gwine ter 
’em in her han, er in de bre’s uv her white frock wi""’ 
she had on. 
“ But stid uv dat, she tol’ me ter fetch her one de n'l 
lei-s ofi’n de bed, wid de case dat had ruflles roun’ it 
de powder-bag ofl’n de burow. An’, honey, what you 
reckon she done ? 
“ She perceeded ter make me put de iiiller in de cher 
what wuz settin dar befo’ her; den she put her foot on 
de piller an’ powdered it right white. 
“ Den she tuck all de pink rosebuds what I had focht 
her, an’ cut de stems oft short, an’ she put one er dem 
an’ er green leaf m ’twix’ ev’ry one uv her toes. 
"An’ dar she sot, wid her foot all dresst up wid dem 
nosegays, when my miss an’ the doctor come up-sta’rs 
ter ten’ ter her sprained ankle. 
"De doctor look like he didn’t know which way fur 
ter turn when he seed it wid aU dem deckerrashuus, an’ 
my miss wuz jes outdone complete. 
" I like ter er died er latfin’ myse’f whiles I wuz hol’- 
in’ de bowl er water fur- de doctor ter have her foot an’ 
wet de bandaaes he put on it. 
" After he wuz done tyin’ it up, he tuck one uv de rose¬ 
buds an’ kar’ied it down sta’rs ndd him, an’ ter dis day 
he’z got it in hiz offis, put up in er little bottle uv 
alkyhawl. 
“ An’ him an’ de boys in de settle7?!eni iz lafflt memiy 
er time over dat gal’s lame foot. Dat ^vuz de beatin’es’ 
trick dat ever I seed pufformed, honey.” 
DAISY GREEN MAKES CALLS. 
“Daisy,” said her Mother one day, “I wish ver 
much to know how Mrs. Morton is this afternoon, but' 
am too tired to go out. Do you think you could go am 
inquire -without getting lost ? ” 
“ Oh, yes. Mamma ! ” exclaimed Daisy, eagerly. “ 
know the way, and I’ll go and do the errand and no 
run, or tumble dovra, orstop toplay, or go anywhere else. 
“Very well then; I will trast you,” answered Mrs 
Green, and Daisy started out with great delight. 
Mrs. Morton was one of Mr. Green’s parishioners, ant 
was quite sick ; she lived but a few blocks away, yet r 
was further than Daisy, though nearly seven years old 
had ever yet ventured alone. She walked on with aii 
amusing air of importance, and soon reached Mrs. Mor¬ 
ton’s door. Mrs. Morton’s servant answered her ring, 
and told her that the lady was decidedly better. Dais-y 
^d her Mamma would be “ very much relieved to hear 
It,” and turned away, but at the gate she paused to re 
volve in W active brain a plan that had just occurred 
to her. Why not make some more calls now that she 
was out ? Most likely Mamma would like to hear from 
TOme other people,only she didn’t think to mention it; and 
Burke lived just around the next comer, so tempt- 
Mrs. Burke’s beU. Mrs. Burke came to the door herS 
“Why, Daisy !” she exclaimed, “did you come alone?” 
“ Yes’m,” answered that small sinner. “ Mamma sent 
me to see how Mrs. Morton was, and I thought I’d see 
how you was; I Icnew- Mamma would like to know.” 
“Well, I’m nicely, thank you,” laughed Mrs. Bui-ke; 
“ won’t yop come in ? ” 
Daisy followed Mrs. Burke into the sitting-room 
where her little girl, a lovely little creative about two 
yeais younger than Daisy, was playing yvith her baby 
sister. Daisy refused Mrs. Burke’s invitation to take 
oflf her things and play with the cliildi-en, and rested 
herself stifily on the sofa saying, “I told Mamma I 
wouldn t stop to play with anybody, and 1 only come to 
make a stylish call on you.” 
“ Well, I feel quite honored,” laughed Mrs. Bm-ke.” 
“ I should think you would,” said Daisy, benevolently; 
but It 8 no trouble to me; I like to make caUs, but my 
Pa,pa just hates it.” Oh Daisy ! There was a brief si" 
toce ; Mr.s. Bm-ke was trying to crowd out of her truly 
ChnsMan heart a feeling toward her minister that 
would fam have expressed itself in the words, “then I 
hope he won’t trouble himself to call here very often,” 
and Daisy -was trying to think of some topic of conver¬ 
sation befitting the digmty of her position as a young 
lady making calls. At last she opened with: 
