'I have a pair of buckles; I don't want another pair,' said her mother, and walked on. Rosamond was very sorry that her mother wanted nothing. Presently, however, they came to a shop which appeared to her far more beautiful than the rest. It was a chemist's shop, but she did not know that.
'Oh, mother, oh!' cried she, pulling her mother's hand, 'look, look!—blue, green, red, yellow, and purple! Oh, mother, what beautiful things! Won't you buy some of these?'
Still her mother answered as before: 'Of what use would they be to me, Rosamond?'
'You might put flowers in them, mother, and they would look so pretty on the chimney-piece. I wish I had one of them.'
'You have a flower-pot,' said her mother, 'and that is not a flower-pot.'
'But I could use it for a flower-pot, mother, you know.'
'Perhaps, if you were to see it nearer, if you were to examine it, you might be disappointed.'
'No, indeed, I'm sure I should not; I should like it exceedingly.'
Rosamond kept her head turned to look at the blue vase till she could see it no longer.
'Then, mother,' said she, after a pause, 'perhaps you have no money.'