“Have you sold many flowers to-day, little girl?” he asked.
“No, sir; only three bunches,” she replied.
“Where do you get them?”
“I sell them for a woman.”
“How much does she give you for selling them?”
“Two cents a bunch.”
“Then you have only made six cents to-day. How long have you been standing here?”
“Ever since eight o’clock,” said the little girl, wearily.
“Don’t you get tired being on your feet so long?”
“I wouldn’t care for that if the people would only buy my flowers.”