"It has been profit as well as pleasure," said Hal with a little pride. "Last winter I sold a quantity of flowers, and, in the spring, bedding-plants and garden vegetables."
"Oh!" returned Florence, choking back the sobs, "do you remember one summer day, long, long ago, when we all told over what we would like to have happen to us? And it has all come about."
"Even to my fiddle," said Kit.
"And my running away," appended Charlie with great satisfaction.
Hal brought in some chairs.
"We're going to sit in the corner on the floor," said Charlie; and the three younger ones ranged themselves in a small group.
Florence and her husband walked round to view the flowers, guided by Joe.
"You appear to have wonderful success," remarked Mr. Darol. "These tuberoses are very fine."
"They were frosted about ten days ago, and have hardly recovered. That is, I lost most of my blossoms."