"There is my money," said the sweet-pea lady, handing her a shilling.
"And there is my threepence," said the mignonette lady. "Do you come every week with flowers?"
"I am going to try to, ma'am," said Bella. "This is the first time I've been."
"Well, if you will call at my house when you come, I dare say I shall often be glad to have some of your flowers."
Bella's face brightened. She was so glad she would have this kind, friendly lady to go to; it would be splendid, too, to have a regular customer. That was what Aunt Maggie had hoped she would get.
"I live in the house next to the church. Do you remember passing a church at the top of the street, just as you come in to Norton?"
"Oh yes!" Bella and Tom exclaimed together. "We stopped by it to arrange our flowers."
"Well, the house next to it is mine. You won't forget, will you? Mrs. Watson, No. I High Street."
"Oh no, we shan't forget," they both answered her earnestly. "As if we could," said Tom, as he watched their two customers disappearing down the street. "I wish we could meet with some more customers like them."
Half an hour went by without bringing them another of any kind. The fact was, they were so shy they stood back in a quiet corner, where they were hidden by the crowd from any likely customers.