120 MADGE’S MISTAKE,

Tiny hands it over to me, and I accept it
gratefully, hiding my guilty face under it
immediately. There are crowds of people
on the ground when we arrive, and Tiny,
notwithstanding her pretended aversion to
going, looks as bright as a star, as she bows
and smiles to our various acquaintances.
The man who has had the placing and
arranging of the specimens now bustles
forward, and with many shuffling bows,
says: “Good-day, sir; if you could step this
way with me, sir, I will show you where I
have placed your roses, sir; I’ve given
them the very best position I could, sir, right
opposite Mr. Monckton’s.”

I think father will be vexed at hearing
this; but no! he is delighted, feeling certain,
I suppose, of the superiority of his roses.
At this instant a cheerful hearty voice be-
hind us says:

“Ah! Mr. Erickson, delighted to see you
sir,—a hotter day than ever, I really think;”
and turning round quickly I see Mr. Green-
way flourishing his hat in the air with one