You look quite enough to satisfy an archangel, and I'm sure I feel harmless--so--if it makes you look nice, and makes folk happy when they have us, and makes us happy--why, we're not cheating them out of much!" They went on with the meal.

When they were going away, the old lady came timidly with three tiny dahlias in full blow, neat as bees, and speckled scarlet and white.

She stood before Clara, pleased with herself, saying: "I don't know whether--" and holding the flowers forward in her old hand.
"Oh, how pretty!" cried Clara, accepting the flowers.
"Shall she have them all ?" asked Paul reproachfully of the old woman.
"Yes, she shall have them all," she replied, beaming with joy.

"You have got enough for your share." "Ah, but I shall ask her to give me one!" he teased.
"Then she does as she pleases," said the old lady, smiling.

And she bobbed a little curtsey of delight.
Clara was rather quiet and uncomfortable.