When we make little sacrifices we like to have them appreciated, at least, and for a minute Amy was sorry she had done it, feeling that virtue was not always its own reward.

But it is, as she presently discovered, for her spirits began to rise, and her table to blossom under her skillful hands, the girls were very kind, and that one little act seemed to have cleared the atmosphere amazingly.
It was a very long day and a hard one for Amy, as she sat behind her table, often quite alone, for the little girls deserted very soon.

Few cared to buy flowers in summer, and her bouquets began to droop long before night.
The art table was the most attractive in the room.

There was a crowd about it all day long, and the tenders were constantly flying to and fro with important faces and rattling money boxes.

Amy often looked wistfully across, longing to be there, where she felt at home and happy, instead of in a corner with nothing to do.