"I should think you would. You must make a lot of money."
No answer.
"To be sure, I don't suppose you'd make so much with garden flowers, but there are ever so many kinds of wild flowers coming on by and by, aren't there?"
"I suppose so."
"Perhaps you go to school, do you?"
"Yes."
"Oh! and this is vacation week at the public schools; that's why you can be here. I see. What you earn must be a great help, isn't it?"
Hope's patience and dignity were giving way. She looked up with a fiery glance.
"A great help in what?" she asked.
"Why, why, in your home, you know,—in buying bread and things,—you know what I mean."