“Yes, mother, I should like to go. I am so sorry that aunt Mary is ill. What ails her?”
“She is never very well, and the least cold makes her worse. The last time she was here she took cold.”
As they were about leaving the house, Emma said,—
“I’ll take my sixpence with me, and spend it, mother.”
“What are you going to buy?” asked Mrs. Lee.
“I don’t know,” replied Emma. “Sometimes I think I will buy some cakes; and then I think I will get a whole sixpence worth of cream candy—I like it so.”
“Have you forgotten the book?”
“Oh no. Sometimes I think I will buy the book. Indeed, I don’t know what to buy.”
In this undecided state of mind, Emma started with her mother to see her aunt. They had not gone far before they met a poor woman with some very pretty bunches of flowers for sale. She carried them on a tray. She stopped before Mrs. Lee and her little girl, and asked if they would not buy some flowers.
“How much are they a bunch?” asked Emma.