The flowers were fresh, crisp, and strong odours of the woods arose from them.
"Oh!" cried the maid.

"Oh, how lovely!" She hurried away with them and returned carrying a purse.
"I want two more bunches," she said.

"How much are they ?" "Are the girls who want them dark or fair ?" "What difference does that make ?" "I have blue violets for blondes, yellow for brunettes, and white for the others." "Well I never! One is fair, and two have brown hair and blue eyes." "One blue and two whites," said the Harvester calmly, as if matching women's hair and eyes with flowers were an inherited vocation.

"They are twenty cents a bunch." "Aha!" he chortled to himself as he whistled to Betsy.

"At last we have it.