rampled about over the
baskets, which were handed rapidly down till from being high up he was
getting low down, before the busy-looking man began to shout what
sounded to me like, "Flow--wow--wow--wow!" as if he were trying to
imitate barking like a dog.

Half the crowd went away now, but a fresh lot of men came up, and first
of all baskets full of flowers were sold, then half-baskets, then so
many bunches, as fast as could be.

Again I found myself wondering how the money would be obtained, and I
thought that Old Brownsmith would be sure to be cheated; but Ike looked
quite easy, and instead of there being so many things in the market that
ours would not sell, I found that the men around bought them up eagerly,
and the baskets grew less in number than ever.

I glanced round once or twice on that busy summer morning, to see the
street as far as I could grasp packed with carts, and to these a regular
throng of men were carrying baskets, while every here and there barrows
were being piled up with flowers.

All about us too, as far as I could see by climbing up to the ladder
over Basket's back, men were shouting away as they sold the contents of
other carts, whose baskets were being handed down to the hungry crowds,
who were pushing and struggling and making way for the porters with the
heavy baskets on their heads.

By degrees I began to understand that all this enormous quantity of
garden produce was being bought up by the greengrocers and
barrow-dealers from all over London, and that they would soon be driving
off east, west, north, and south, to their shops and places of business.

I should have liked to sit perched up there and watching all that went
on, but I had to move to let Ike drag back the baskets; then I had to
help handing out bunches, till at last the crowd melted away, and the
busy man closed his book with a snap.

"Very good this morning," he shouted to Ike; and then climbing down he
went off with his red-nosed clerk, and the people who were about
followed him.

"Getting warm, mate?" said Ike, grinning at me.

"Yes," I said; "the sun's so hot, and there's no wind here."

"No, my lad; they builds houses to shut it out. Soon be done now. You
and Shock get down and hand up them baskets."

He pointed to a pile that some men had been making, and these I found
all had "Brownsmith, Isleworth," painted upon them, and it dawned upon
me now that those which had been carried away would not be returned t