When she picked up the costly rosary in Nuremberg, she had intended to return it to the owner.

But to pluck the flowers and fruit which the Lord caused to grow and ripen for every one was a different thing, and had never troubled her conscience.

So she carelessly gathered a few pinks.

Three should go to the sick woman, but Lienhard Groland would have the largest and finest.

She would try to slip the flowers into his hand, with the money, as a token of her gratitude.