May Perry, who was Kitty's companion, was costumed the same way, and the boy who pushed their cart was dressed like a page.
The flower cart held not only bouquets and old-fashioned nosegays, but little potted plants as well.
Cousin Jack had stayed home from business for the day; for, he said, he couldn't get away from the glories of his bevy of young people.
"Before you go," he said, as the two carts, with their attendants, were ready to start from his house, "I'll take a snap-shot of you." He brought out his large camera, and took several photographs of the pretty group, which, later, proved to be beautiful pictures, and well worthy of framing.
"Now, go ahead, young peddlers," he said.

"And whatever you do, remember to charge enough for your wares,--but don't charge too much." "How shall we know what is just right ?" asked Kitty, puckering her brow, as she pondered this knotty question.
"Well, Kit, if you're in doubt, leave it to the buyers.

They'll probably give you more that way, than if you set the price yourself.

And especially with flowers.

People always expect to overpay for them at a fair." "But I don't want to cheat the people," said Kitty.
"Don't worry about that; they quite expect to pay more than this trumpery is worth, because it's all for charity.