"But you don't find this arbutus in Brookside?"
"No, in Riverview."
"In Riverview! why, I didn't know that the arbutus grew so near Boston as that."
"We have always found a little in Riverview woods, but this year there is quite a large quantity."
Riverview was the next station to Brookside. In Riverview were manufactories, locomotives, and iron-works, and in Riverview lived the people who worked in these manufactories. But in Brookside were only fine suburban residences, and a few handsome public buildings, for in Brookside lived the owners of the manufactories and other rich folk, who liked to be out of the smoke and grime of toil. The railroad station of Brookside, as contrasted with that of Riverview, showed the difference in the residents of the two places; for the Brookside station was a fine and elegant stone structure, suited to fine and elegant folk, and the Riverview station was just a plain little wooden building, hardly more than a platform and a shelter.
"But you don't live in Riverview, do you?" was the next question the young lady asked of the flower-seller, about whom she seemed to have a great deal of curiosity.
"Yes; I live in Riverview," was the answer, with an upward glance of surprise at the questioner and the question. Why should the young lady question her in that tone, when she said, "But you don't live in Riverview?"
The next question was more easily understood.
"You come over to the Brookside station to sell your flowers, don't you, because there are likely to be more buyers here?"
"Oh, yes; I couldn't sell them at Riverview."