Away drove Belle, and, on entering the room, gave a sigh of
satisfaction, for a whole boxful of the loveliest forget-me-nots
stood upon the table. As fast as possible, she told her tale and
demanded the flowers, no matter what the price might be. Imagine her
feelings when the Frenchwoman, with a shrug, announced that it was
impossible to give mademoiselle a single spray. All were engaged to
trim a bridesmaid's dress, and must be sent away at once.
It really was too bad! and Belle lost her temper entirely, for no
persuasion or bribes would win a spray from Estelle. The provoking
part of it was that the wedding would not come off for several days,
and there was time enough to make more flowers for that dress, since
Belle only wanted a few for her hair. Neither would Estelle make her
any, as her hands were full, and so small an order was not worth
deranging one's self for; but observing Belle's sorrowful face, she
said, affably:
"Mademoiselle may, perhaps, find the flowers she desires at Miss
Berton's. She has been helping me with these garlands, and may have
some left.
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