Christian life -- Fiction; Conduct of life -- Fiction; Motherless families -- Fiction
"Thank you, ma'am; I'll cut it fresh the morning I bring it," said Bella
delightedly.
"Very well; I live in this house we are standing by," and she pointed to
the very one they had just been turned away from.
Bella's face flushed at the mere thought of having to face the
bad-tempered servant again, but, as she remarked to Tom afterwards, they
were told to call, and they wouldn't have gone unless they had been.
"That makes eighteenpence," said Tom, as Bella slipped the money into her
purse, "and an order for two shillings' worth for another week.
Ain't we getting on!"
"If we can only sell a few more bunches we'll go and get something to
eat," said Bella. "I'm hungry; ain't you?"
"Starving," said Tom, with emphasis. "Let's get into a better place,
where the people can see us."
"Flowers, penny a bunch," he called to the people as they passed by,
and so many turned and looked, and then stopped, that they had soon sold
half a dozen of their big bunches and many of the small ones.
Their flowers were certainly very good and very cheap, and Norton people
had not had the chance of buying such before. The florist who had passed
the children on the road had a stall in the market-place, but he only sold
hothouse flowers, and charged very highly for them.
"We have only six bunches left," said Bella joyfully; "we'll go and have
something to eat now. Where can we go for it, Tom?"
"There's a stall in the market-house where they sell limpets and cockles,
and----"
"Oh, I don't want limpets and cockles! I want a glass of milk and some
buns. Don't you?"
"Rather," said Tom; "let's buy some buns at that shop down there, and go
somewhere quiet to eat them. I wouldn't like to eat them in the shop,
with every one looking, would you?"
"No; but we can't take milk away without something to carry it in."
"Well, we'll drink water. There's sure to be a pump or a
drinking-fountain near."
So they went to the shop, and very proud Bella felt as she took out her
purse and paid for the four buns the woman put in a bag for her.
"Anything else, missie?"
"No, thank you," said Bella, but rather regretfully, as her eyes fell on
the tarts and sausage-rolls, and the bottles of sweets, and on the glasses
of milk labelled 'Penny a glass.' A glass each would have cost twopence,
and that with the buns would amount to sixpence. "It would be a dreadful
lot out of what we've made," thought Bella, and bravely turned away.
The smell of the new buns was very enticing to two hungry little people
who had had nothing to eat since their seven o'clock breakfast, and they
did not dawdle on their way back to the friendly shelter of the church
steps.
"Won't Charlie and Margery be excited to hear all about it?" laughed
Bella, as she munched in placid content. "We ought to take something home
to them."
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