106 MADGE’S MISTAKE,

“Yes, yes!” I ery; “wait a moment and
Tl come down.”

In another instant I am standing beside
the barrow, while Robert introduces me to
each flower in turn, expatiating on the
varied beauties of each as he does so.

“These ’ere is the best of the lot, though,
to my thinking,” he remarks, pointing out
my two purchases; “ they certainly has grown
wonderful these last few days. Williams
did give me a peep at them a fortnight ago,
and he says: ‘Robert, says he, ‘you won't
see them again till you sees em at the show
maybe’ (for Master’s promised us each a
ticket, Miss Madge) ; ‘but when you sees ’em
there I reckon youll hardly know them
again. And faith he was right, Miss, for, as
I said before, they certainly has improved
wonderful, and I can’t help feeling that
Master will be right pleased when he sees
“em.”

I stand and listen to this long speech with
ereat interest, throwing in an appropriate
remark now and then; and then, having