I SELECT SOME FINE ROSES. 63

“Yes—no,” I say confusedly; “that is,
they may go among others, you know. I
believe we are going to send some; are you?”
I add hastily.

“Well, no; I ain’t a-going to send none
this year. It don’t pay, you see, Miss, and
it’s a deal of bother too; but may be I shall
go and take a look round. Ive heard that
your pas and Mr. Monckton’s is the best;
what say you, Miss?”

“Yes, I believe they're considered very
good,” I say, feeling myself growing crim-
son; “but now, how much are these? and
will you have them done up carefully
with sticks, so that they don’t break, you
know?”

“Yes, yes, I'll see to that; and now about
the price, as you say, Miss; I don’t wish to
charge you too much, you see. Here, Tom,”
he calls, on seeing a youth approaching us,
“take these ’ere roses and tie them up with
sticks, and then take them to the young
lady’s carriage yonder.”

Then turning again to me he continues,