It was not pleasant , but a better spirit had come over her , and presently a chance offered for proving it . She heard May say sorrowfully ... `` It 's too bad , for there is no time to make other things , and I do n't want to fill up with odds and ends . The table was just complete then . Now it 's spoiled . '' `` I dare say she 'd put them back if you asked her , '' suggested someone . `` How could I after all the fuss ? '' began May , but she did not finish , for Amy 's voice came across the hall , saying pleasantly ... `` You may have them , and welcome , without asking , if you want them . I was just thinking I 'd offer to put them back , for they belong to your table rather than mine . Here they are , please take them , and forgive me if I was hasty in carrying them away last night . '' As she spoke , Amy returned her contribution , with a nod and a smile , and hurried away again , feeling that it was easier to do a friendly thing than it was to stay and be thanked for it . `` Now , I call that lovely of her , do n't you ? '' cried one girl . May 's answer was inaudible , but another young lady , whose temper was evidently a little soured by making lemonade , added , with a disagreeable laugh , `` Very lovely , for she knew she would n't sell them at her own table . '' Now , that was hard . When we make little sacrifices we like to have them appreciated , at least , and for a minute Amy was sorry she had done it , feeling that virtue was not always its own reward . But it is , as she presently discovered , for her spirits began to rise , and her table to blossom under her skillful hands , the girls were very kind , and that one little act seemed to have cleared the atmosphere amazingly . It was a very long day and a hard one for Amy , as she sat behind her table , often quite alone , for the little girls deserted very soon . Few cared to buy flowers in summer , and her bouquets began to droop long before night . The art table was the most attractive in the room . There was a crowd about it all day long , and the tenders were constantly flying to and fro with important faces and rattling money boxes .
XXXXX often looked wistfully across , longing to be there , where she felt at home and happy , instead of in a corner with nothing to do .
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