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By and by the steaming food appeared. Inez had been helping herself liberally to bread and butter and the first thing Mother Beasley did was to remove the latter out of the flower-seller's reach. "It's gone up two cents a pound," she said plaintively. "But if it was a dollar a pound some o' you girls would never have no pity on neither the bread nor the butter." The stew really smelled good.
Why, tucked down in that damp moss, your flowers will keep fresh for hours; while a bunch from a city flower-seller's stock withers as soon as it is taken out of water." "Would folks in Martindale buy them?" "Yes, indeed! They are a breath from the woods, and lots of people would be glad to get them. You see " "Peace Greenfield, it's time to start! Do you want to be late the last day of school?"
The brother and sister who lived so far away from the squalor of Mother Beasley's and who knew nothing of the toil and shifts of the flower-seller's existence, were deeply moved by the recital of what Nan and Bess had observed. "That poor little thing!" Grace said. "On the street in all weathers to sell posies and for a drunken woman. Isn't it awful? Something should be done about it.
Nor did they find Inez in her accustomed haunts near the railroad station; and it was too late that day to hunt the little flower-seller's lodging, for Inez lived in an entirely different part of the town. "Rather a fruitless chase," Walter said, as they walked from the car on which they had returned. "What are you going to do about those runaway girls, now?" "I don't know oh! stop a moment!"
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