Miss Grace had on a hat and a large pair of gardening gloves, and in her hand she held a basket and the biggest pair of scissors Jessie had ever seen.
"Oh, Jessie!" she said, "you are just in time.

I am going out to gather some flowers, and you will be able to help me.

Come in, dear--no, we will not go in yet, we will go first and get the flowers, or the sun will be on them." Jessie's frightened little face grew quite cheerful again.
She thought this a delightful way of doing lessons, and marched along happily enough at Miss Grace's side, soon forgetting all her shyness in helping her to pick out the handsomest stocks and the finest roses.

When the basket was full Miss Grace led the way to a window which opened down to the ground.
"This is my very own sitting-room," she said, as she stepped through the open window; "don't you think I ought to be very happy here ?" "Oh yes!" sighed Jessie, as she looked about her at the flowers, the pictures, and all the pretty things.

"I shouldn't ever want to go away from it if it was mine." Miss Grace laughed.