"Well, Miss, but where's Miss Janet? But, there! love and bless your pretty face, Miss, it's a treat to see you here. Why, you makes the shop full of sunshine, and the birds to sing happier than if they was far away amongst their own woods and fields. But now to business, Miss," he exclaimed, as, stooping to the basket on the floor, he brought out, piled one upon the other, a dozen freshly-cut, green, round, cheese-plate-like clover turves. "Tuff's is getting werry skeerce, Miss; and will you tell Miss Janet as they've riz another penny a dozen? Penny a mile miss, accorden' to Act of Parlyment. Every mile I goes farther away, I puts on a penny a dozen. They won't let you cut 'em anywheres; and I got these four mile t'other side Pa'an'ton. I'm blest if there'll be a bit of country soon, or a blessed scrap of chickweed or grunsel, or a tuff to cut anywheres. There wouldn't be no water-creases if people didn't grow 'em a purpose; and that's what I shall have to do with grunsel--have a farm and grow it by the acre. You know, Miss, the bricks and mortar frightens the green stuff; and it goes farder and farder away, till it costs me a pound a year more for shoe-leather than it did a time ago." "Come, Dick, business," said Patty, smiling at his earnestness; "I'm mistress just now." "To be sure, Miss--business," said Dick. "Grunsel, Miss; there you are. Chickweed, green as green, and fresh as a daisy; plantain--there's a picter--there's fine long stalks, as full of seeds as Injin corn, and 'most as big; but blow my rags, if I don't think this here's the werry last to be got." As he spoke, the man placed the various bunches he had enumerated upon the counter, and then looked up smiling in Patty's face as she spoke. "Why, Janet says you tell her that story, Dick, every time you come," laughed Patty, as she paid him the money, obtained from the inner room, while every coin the man took he rubbed upon his eyelids for luck, as he said, before wrapping them all in the piece of dirty rag which served him for a purse. "Well, Miss, I know I've often said so; but really things is now growing to a pretty pass, and you've no idea the miles I have to tramp. Now, look ye there! What do you say to that, Miss Patty? That's for you and Miss Janet, poor lass. She love flowers, she do. Them sorter things don't grow amongst scaffle-poles and mortar-boards and contractors' brick-rubbidge. Why, I had to go--" "O Dick! O Dick! you good fellow! Oh, how sweet!" exclaimed Patty, with sparkling eyes, as the rough fellow brought from out of his basket, with the dew yet heavy upon their petals, a bunch of wild-flowers--late violets, blue-bells, primroses, and the peachy wood-anemone. She took them from him with almost childish joy, smelt them, kissed them, and then for a moment held them to her breast, but only to dart into the back room for a little common vase, to fill it with water, and then carefully place the flowers within it.