THE LITTLE FLOWER GIRL.

Ir was a cold spring day, with a keen east wind blowing,
and people hurried along trying to keep themselves warm.
Well-clothed as they were, several of the more kind-hearted _
of the passers-by almost shivered as they saw poor Jenny,
_the flower girl, who stood at the corner selling primroses.
She was known to most of them, as nearly every day,
whether fine or wet, she was at the same spot with her
basket of flowers. Many a kind nod and smile those who
knew her had for her, for they could see how hard the
little girl worked to support her crippled mother, and they
always tried to help her by buying some of her flowers.
To-day Jenny had not had as many customers as usual,
and she was beginning to feel sad and troubled as to
whether she would sell out all her primroses before it was
time to go home, when a gentleman and little girl stopped
and bought several bunches of flowers, and asked Jenny
where she lived, and promised to call and see what
could be done for her mother, and to send some coals, so
that she could at least have a nice warm fire in her

room. So Jenny was quite cheerful and happy again.