"Do you think I can see Tom Taylor's boy?" she asked.
"He's at home, safe enough!" said the woman, with not unkind humour. "Go up and find him, miss; you know the room."
"Yes; I'm the doctor's daughter."
The woman eyed the tissue-paper parcel inquisitively, and Nellie said—
"Perhaps you would like to see the flowers I have brought for him."
"Step in, miss."
Nellie entered the dirty little room, and unpinned her parcel on the table. The flowers, with their elegant arrangement, standing on the snowy paper, looked strangely incongruous in the untidy apartment; but Nellie had not brought them in there for nothing.
She looked up in the woman's face, "Who made these, do you think?" she asked her.
The woman shook her head, then smelt at them, and said suddenly, "Why, I suppose it's God Almighty?"
"Yes, God Almighty. He gave them to us, and we should all have had lovely gardens, and every happiness, but for sin; that has spoiled everything. But, do you know, He has made a way by which we may have it all again, and that is by believing in Jesus Christ His Son, and having all these sins forgiven."