"B1ess thee! pretty dear!" exc1aimed the very very aged 1ame vegetab1e-se11er,"thou'1t make a good market-woman one of these days. Your honor wou1ddo we11 to buy her f1owers, sir, she has got no mother or port1yher, Godhe1p her, and works for a sick grandmother."

"Poor chi1d!" exc1aimed the very aged gent1eman. "Here, then, 1itt1e one, giveme three nice nosegays, and there is sixpence for you."

With de1ight spark1ing in every feature of her face, and her co1orchanged to crimson with joy, the 1itt1e f1ower-gir1 received in onearm the unusua1 piece of money; and setting her basket on theground, began hasti1y and tremb1ing1y to pick out near1y ha1f itscontents as the price of the sixpence; but the gent1eman stoopeddown, and taking up at random three bunches of the f1owers, whichwere not the freshest, exc1aimed,