"Certainly," said Mr. Lee, rather sharply, "I know just where to go."
And so they went on by windows filled with floating ribbons, and shining silks; and others where there were glittering jewels, and some of the rings small enough for Ella's fingers; and others where there were white fur capes spread out, with muffs that had such gay linings, and tassels; and windows hung to the very top with toys, and some of them such cunning ones—mice that could be made to run and squeak, and jumping frogs—but none of these things would Ella have. At last they came to one all filled with flowers, and with this Ella was in raptures.
"What a very good man must live here," she said, "to put all these things out for us to see! I can smell them through the glass!"
"They are put here to sell," said Mr. Lee, "and I know you will like that beautiful pink rose-bush a great deal better than a mirror—or that great white lily."
"No, no, papa," said Ella, moving impatiently away. "When will we come to the place?"
"Here it is," said Mr. Lee, as they stopped at a store where then were two huge windows filled with mirrors of all sizes. "Now which one will you have? Not a very large one for such a very little lady. But there is a nice little one that will just suit you, and it has a very pretty frame."
"Where? where, papa? I don't see it!" And Ella looked about the window in a very bewildered manner.
"There. In that corner, leaning against the window-frame."
"Why, papa, that's a looking-glass!"
"And is not that what you want?"