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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Only two bunches," replied little Pollie, somewhat sadly. "Only two!" repeated the other. "My eye! yer won't make a fortin, that's sartin!" "The people don't seem to see me, not even hear me," said the child. "'Cos why, you don't shout loud enuff," explained the bigger girl. "If yer wants to get on in the world, yer must make a noise somehow.
Even the usual noisy bustle of the Strand was hushed in deference to God's holy day. The busy world was calmed to celebrate the day of rest; the peace of God seemed resting upon the earth. There was some one else in the church that Sabbath-day who also thought it must be heaven of which little Pollie had-spoken, and that was poor crippled Jimmy. Mrs.
It was opera night, and the sale of their flowers had been very good, so that Sally, who had "cleared out," as she termed it, was elated with success. Even Pollie had only a small bunch left. Truth to tell, she always liked to keep a few buds to take home with her just a few to brighten up their room, or those of their two dear friends.
And so Pollie's mother found them fast asleep, with the star-light shining on their upturned faces. "Of such is the kingdom of heaven." "I say, why don't yer come with me on Saturdays, Pollie?" asked Sally Grimes one Thursday evening as they wended their way homewards.
Once only, when the rector gave forth his text, "Consider the lilies of the field," the boy grasped the widow's hand, and whispered "Be they the flowers Pollie give me?" Heaven and Pollie's violets filled his heart. Many were the happy children who issued forth from St.
How 'Pollie' would look spelt so!" "Well, never mind; that was n't what I began to say. There 's one thing you must have, and that is, bronze boots," said Fan, impressively. "Why must I, when I 've got enough without?" "Because it 's the fashion to have them, and you can't be finished off properly without. I 'm going to get a pair, and so must you." "Don't they cost a great deal?"
"Oh, I'm so glad!" she said at last, and taking her friend's hand in hers, she proceeded onwards, the happiest little girl in the world. What a contrast they were! the sturdy, self-reliant London arab, willing, ay, and able, to battle through the world unaided; the timid, fragile Pollie, strong only in her efforts after good, firm only in her love of truth.
We heed not its passing, and forget in the turmoil of worldly cares to scatter seed for the great Husbandman, to reap when He cometh. And little Pollie? She had been busy as usual selling her flowers, and as usual scattering, in her simple way, the golden grain.
Turner offered to go. She could not bear to think of the poor child being laid to rest so friendlessly, and little Pollie pleaded to be taken.
The widow continues her needlework, not as formerly, "to keep the wolf from the door," but merely for their beloved lady, or what is required for the house. Pollie, whose cheeks are now truly rosy, goes every day to school, and when at home helps her mother, so that in time she will become quite a useful girl to their kind and generous benefactress.
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