"I was wondering, missie," she said, turning to Betty, and holding out the rose to her, "if you would be pleased to have this little plant; 'tis off my old monthly rose that I've had for so many years.

I planted this one last year and it has come on nicely.

Would you be pleased to accept it ?" Betty gasped.

For a moment she was so surprised and overjoyed as to be speechless.

"Me! For me!" she cried at last.