The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1880-07-30
THE FLOWER GIRL.

"She has got a face like one of her
own rosebuds," said Mr.. Fitzalan.
1--we heard of her more than once"
returned Frank Calverly. "'The
Pretty Flower Girl people call her,
don't theyP Old Frixham has doubled
his custom since she came there!"
"And the best of 1t ALL" added Fitza-
Ian, with laugh, is that she is quite
unconscious of her own attractions
a little country lassie, who thinks only
of her own business, and never dreams
that she herself is the sweetest flower
of all the assortment"
Let's go in and buy Marechal Mel
bud and two or three sweet verbena
leaves" said Calverly. "I should really
like to see this modern Flora of yours"
Dorothy Penfeld stood behind the
counter OF the florists store, sorting
over pile of fragrant blossoms which
lay on a tray of damp green moss. Trails
of smilax wove their green garlands
up to the ceiling; heaps of gold and
rose-petaled buds lay in the window; |;
drifts of purple heliotrope perfumed the
air, and white carnations lay like hill
locks Of snow against the panes of the
show window, while spikes of perfumed
hyacinths and cape-jcssamine flung their
subtle scents upon the air.
And Dolly herself, with her round,
dimpled faced, pink cheeks and soft,
brown eyes, exactly the shade of the
rippled hair, which was brushed simply
back from the broad, low brow, was a
fitting accessory 10 the scene.
She looked up, as the two gentlemen
entered. and sort of crimson shadow
overspread her face for second.
"Have you got one of my favorite
buttOnhole bouquets made up, Miss
PenieldP" Fitzalan asked, with care
less bow and smile.
al know" said Dolly, softly. "A
rosebud and sprig of heath, and two
or three myrtle leaves that is what you
like. No; / have none made up. just at
present; but l can tie up bouquet in
half a minute, Mr.. Fitzalan."
lone for me, too, If you please, said
Calverly. touching his hat.
Just the sameP"
Dolly lifted her long eyelashes, which
were like fringes of brown silk, and gave
him shy glance.
"A little different, please. Consult
your own taste, Miss Penfeld."
"I like the double blue violets," I"
said Dolly, gently, with geranium
leaves"
"Then they shall be my favorite
flowers also." said Calverly, calamity
The gentlemen had hardly taken Their
leave when old Frixham. the florist,
hustled In, with round. red face, shin
ing bald head, and an air of business all
over him.
"lsn'tit time you had the thesteI
boquets readyP" said he. looking criti-
cally around, and moving n glass ol
freahly-cut callas out OF the el sun
set beams which at that moment fell
like sheaf of golden'.lances at the deeI
bow window.
az shall have them lready directly,
said Dolly, starting from her reverie
1.-THE flowers are all sorted out"
1--WE have too many carnations oi
hand" said the florist, fretfully; ant
those gaudy Cape bells are so much deat
loss. Let the man from the green
houses know. please; there's a demsnt
for halfopen rosebuds and forced lilies
of-the-valley."
"Yes," said Dolly, dreamily. will
tell him-when he comes"
The closed country wagon. with 1t
freight Of fragrant leaves and deliciousl
scented flowers, came early In the morn
ing, long before the fat florist was ou
ofbed, and while thessilence almost o
nm enchanted land lay upon Uppe
] Broadway.