Mamma had to laugh at that.
Just then Lucy cried out, “There it is! I see it! That is what I want.”
Guess what it was.
WHAT THEY NEED.
It was a beautiful large rosebush in a pretty pot. There were two roses on it and plenty of buds.
So they went in and bought it. The man said he would send it up right away.
Old Mrs. Bly was sitting in her rocking-chair knitting. There came a knock at the door. She opened it, and who should be there but Lucy and her mamma, and a boy with a rosebush!
How surprised Mrs. Bly was, and how pleased, when she knew that little Lucy bought the plant with her own money.
“You dear little lamb,” she said; “it will make me very happy. It is like the roses in my old home.”