off in pursuit
of purchasers.

She was certainly very fortunate, for in spite of a stern-looking
policeman who was watching her movements, she sold them, speedily
returning with the money to little Pollie, who by this time was getting
almost bewildered with the noise around.

"There, my gal," said the kind girl, "there's the money for yer; look,
six pennies. My! ain't yer rich. Now I'm off to Covent Garding to the
old 'ooman--mother, I means, yer know. There St. Poll's a-strikin' ten;
good-bye."

So saying, the friendly Sally Grimes darted off amidst the crowd,
leaving the child to manage for herself, and very lonely she felt after
her good-natured ally was gone.

It was Pollie Turner's first attempt at selling flowers, and this her
first day.

No wonder the poor child felt shy and sad, for she could remember the
time when "father" used to come home at eventide to the small but cosy
cottage in that green lane, far, far away in the pleasant country; and
she used to stand at the gate to watch for his coming, sometimes running
half-way up the lane to meet him, and he would perch her on his
shoulder, where she felt, oh! so safe, and bring her home to mother. Or
she would climb his knee as he sat by the fire, and watch dear mother
get the nice supper; but father was dead now. She had seen the pretty
daisies growing above his grassy grave in that distant churchyard; and
the mother, who had come up to London hoping to do better, was so ill
and weak, scarcely able to do the needlework with which to gain food
for them both.

And Mrs. Flanagan had proposed the plan of Pollie starting in business.
So this is how it had all come about.

Pollie stood silently thinking over these events of the happy times gone
by, when some one touched her arm softly, and then she looked up into
the sweet face of a lady, whose kind eyes were bent half-sadly,
half-pityingly upon her.

"Are you selling these violets, my child?" she asked; and her voice was
so sweet.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Then will you let me have three bunches?"

Pollie with a smile put them into her hand, and the lady, after thanking
her, placed the money for them in the child's basket, and went towards a
carriage that was drawn up near the Royal Exchange.

The child, lost in admiration at such a nice lady, followed her with her
eyes, never thinking to look at the money she had given for the flowers,
until glancing into the basket to see how many bunches were still left,