`` 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 Lizzie , as she picked herself up , bruised , wet , and faint with pain ; `` but , oh , my heart ! wo n't Madame scold when she sees that band-box smashed flat , '' groaned the poor child , sitting on the curbstone to get her breath and view the disaster . The rain poured , the wind blew , the sparrows on the park railing chirped derisively , and no one came along to help Lizzie out of her troubles .
Slowly she gathered up her burdens ; painfully she limped away in the big XXXXX ; and the last the naughty sparrows saw of her was a shabby little figure going round the corner , with a pale , tearful face held lovingly over the bright bouquet that was her one treasure and her only comfort in the moment which brought to her the great misfortune of her life .
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