It was a weighty matter selecting the flowers; and then the four snowdrops were tied together and given to Christie.
"My mother once gave me some like these, missie," he said.
"Does she never give you any now?" said Mabel.
"No, missie, she's dead," said Christie, mournfully.
"Oh!" said little Mabel, in a sorrowful, pitying voice, "poor organ-boy, poor organ-boy!"
Christie now put his organ on his back and prepared to depart.
"Ask him what his name is," whispered Mabel to Charlie.
"No, no; you ask him."
"Please, Charlie, ask him," said Mabel again.
"What is your name, organ-boy?" said Charlie, shyly.