"Oh, mamma, would you stop a minute for me? I have got a stone in my shoe; it hurts me very much."
"How came there to be a stone in your shoe?"
"Because of this great hole, mamma,—it comes in there; my shoes are quite worn out. I wish you would be so very good as to give me another pair."
"Nay, Rosamond, but I have not money enough to buy shoes, and flower-pots, and buckles, and boxes, and everything."
Rosamond thought that was a great pity. But now her foot, which had been hurt by the stone, began to give her so much pain that she was obliged to hop every other step, and she could think of nothing else. They came to a shoemaker's shop soon afterwards.
"There, there! mamma, there are shoes; there are little shoes that would just fit me, and you know shoes would be really of use to me."
"Yes, so they would, Rosamond. Come in."
She followed her mother into the shop.
Mr. Sole the shoemaker, had a great many customers, and his shop was full, so they were obliged to wait.
"Well, Rosamond," said her mother, "you don't think this shop so pretty as the rest?"