Slipping in , she stood enjoying the lovely colors , sweet odors , and delicate shapes of these household spirits ; for Lizzie loved flowers passionately ; and just then they possessed a peculiar charm for her . One particularly captivating little rose won her heart , and made her long for it with a longing that became a temptation too strong to resist . It was so perfect ; so like a rosy face smiling out from the green leaves , that Lizzie could NOT keep her hands off it , and having smelt , touched , and kissed it , she suddenly broke the stem and hid it in her pocket . Then , frightened at what she had done , she crept back to her place in the hall , and sat there , burdened with remorse . A servant came just then to lead her upstairs ; for Miss Belle wished the hat altered , and must give directions . With her heart in a flutter , and pinker roses in her cheeks than the one in her pocket , Lizzie followed to a handsome room , where a pretty girl stood before a long mirror with the hat in her hand . `` Tell Madame Tifany that I do n't like it at all , for she has n't put in the blue plume mamma ordered ; and I wo n't have rose-buds , they are so common , '' said the young lady , in a dissatisfied tone , as she twirled the hat about . `` Yes , miss , '' was all Lizzie could say ; for SHE considered that hat the loveliest thing a girl could possibly own . `` You had better ask your mamma about it , Miss Belle , before you give any orders . She will be up in a few moments , and the girl can wait , '' put in a maid , who was sewing in the ante-room . `` I suppose I must ; but I WO N'T have roses , '' answered Belle , crossly . Then she glanced at Lizzie , and said more gently , `` You look very cold ; come and sit by the fire while you wait . '' `` I 'm afraid I 'll wet the pretty rug , miss ; my feet are sopping , '' said Lizzie , gratefully , but timidly . `` So they are ! Why did n't you wear rubber boots ? '' `` I have n't got any . '' `` I 'll give you mine , then , for I hate them ; and as I never go out in wet weather , they are of no earthly use to me . Marie , bring them here ; I shall be glad to get rid of them , and I 'm sure they 'll be useful to you . '' `` Oh , thank you , miss ! I 'd like 'em ever so much , for I 'm out in the rain half the time , and get bad colds because my boots are old , '' said Lizzie , smiling brightly at the thought of the welcome gift .
`` I should think your mother would get you warmer things , '' began XXXXX , who found something rather interesting in the shabby girl , with shy bright eyes , and curly hair bursting out of the old hood .
Belle Lizzie Marie Tifany ante-room boots fire moments pinker rose-buds