"Mamma can't come; but I don't care about the hat. It will do very
well, and isn't worth fussing about. There, will those be of any use
to you?" And she offered the nosegay with a much happier face than
the one Lizzie first saw.
"Oh, miss, they're just lovely! I'll copy that pink rose as soon as
ever I can, and when I've learned how to do 'em tip-top, I'd like to
bring you some, if you don't mind," answered Lizzie, smiling all
over her face as she buried her nose luxuriously in the fragrant
mass.
"I'd like it very much, for I should think you'd have to be very
clever to make such pretty things. I really quite fancy those
rosebuds in my hat, now I know that you're going to learn how to
make them. Put an orange in your pocket, and the flowers in water as
soon as you can, so they'll be fresh when you want them. Good-by.
Bring home our hats every time and tell me how you get on."
With kind words like these, Belle dismissed Lizzie, who ran
downstairs, feeling as rich as if she had found a fortune. Away to
the next place she hurried, anxious to get her errands done and the
precious posy safely into fresh water.
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