I 'm going to get you some flowers , and see if mamma is too busy to attend to me . '' With a nod and a smile , Belle flew about the room a minute ; then vanished , leaving Lizzie to her comfortable task , feeling as if fairies still haunted the world as in the good old times . When Belle came back with a handful of roses , she found Lizzie absorbed in admiring contemplation of her new boots , as she ate sponge-cake in a blissful sort of waking-dream . `` Mamma ca n't come ; but I do n't care about the hat . It will do very well , and is n't worth fussing about . There , will those be of any use to you ? '' And she offered the nosegay with a much happier face than the one Lizzie first saw . `` Oh , miss , they 're just lovely ! I 'll copy that pink rose as soon as ever I can , and when I 've learned how to do 'em tip-top , I 'd like to bring you some , if you do n't mind , '' answered Lizzie , smiling all over her face as she buried her nose luxuriously in the fragrant mass . `` I 'd like it very much , for I should think you 'd have to be very clever to make such pretty things . I really quite fancy those rosebuds in my hat , now I know that you 're going to learn how to make them . Put an orange in your pocket , and the flowers in water as soon as you can , so they 'll be fresh when you want them . Good-by . Bring home our hats every time and tell me how you get on . '' With kind words like these , Belle dismissed Lizzie , who ran downstairs , feeling as rich as if she had found a fortune . Away to the next place she hurried , anxious to get her errands done and the precious posy safely into fresh water . But Mrs. Turretviile was not at home , and the bonnet could not be left till paid for . So Lizzie turned to go down the high steps , glad that she need not wait . She stopped one instant to take a delicious sniff at her flowers , and that was the last happy moment that poor Lizzie knew for many weary months . The new boots were large for her , the steps slippery with sleet , and down went the little errand girl , from top to bottom , till she landed in the gutter directly upon Mrs. Turretville 's costly bonnet .
`` I 've saved my posies , anyway , '' sighed XXXXX , as she picked herself up , bruised , wet , and faint with pain ; `` but , oh , my heart !
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