Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Chapter I: A Penny a bunch
 Chapter II: A Friend in Need
 Chapter III: A Change in Affai...
 Chapter IV: Norah at Mrs....
 Chapter V: Norah in Service
 Chapter VI: A Discovery
 Buy My Flowers
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Title: Norah the flower-girl
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Title: Norah the flower-girl
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
    Front Matter
        Page 1
    Half Title
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Table of Contents
        Page 5
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    Chapter I: A Penny a bunch
        Page 7
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    Chapter II: A Friend in Need
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    Chapter III: A Change in Affairs
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    Chapter IV: Norah at Mrs. Price's
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    Chapter V: Norah in Service
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    Chapter VI: A Discovery
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    Buy My Flowers
        Page 96
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    Back Cover
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T had been a hot day; there
was no breeze to be felt, and
no shade, in the crowded
London street where Norah Brady
sat so wearily, with the basket of
flowers which she had been trying
hard to sell since early morning;
and as she called out A penny a
bunch! only a penny a bunch!" so


vainly, the tears started to her eyes,
and ran down her dirty little face,
for she was tired and hungry, and
afraid to go home, with so many
flowers unsold.
It was a miserable place which
she called her home-that room at
the top of the dirty house, where no
kind words awaited her after her
day's toil ; often poor Norah would
sleep in a doorway, or under an arch,
with the stars shining over her head,
rather than bear the hard words and
rough blows that were given her;
and as she wandered about the
streets, she sometimes thought of
her mother, who, while she lived,
had taken care of her and screened
her from her father's rough treat-

NORAII, THEi FLOWE.r.'1 -GiI.. 9

ment; now, there was no one to
speak a kind word or pity her, and
poor Norah felt that she was very
lonely, and her heart was very heavy
as she looked forward and expected
nothing better all her life.
On this summer day she had
taken her usual stand with roses so
bright and fresh, that she had
thought she was sure to sell them;
but almost everyone had passed by
without noticing her, and now it was
evening, and the sun was getting
low-soon it would be dark and her
day's work over, and only fourpence
to show; there would be no chance
of supper for her that night, Norah
felt sure.
So she sat still with tears in her


eyes-she had left off crying "A
penny a bunch," for it seemed use-
less now, when her flowers were all
faded from being in the hot sun
through the day-and was just think-
ing of getting up and going away with
her basket, when suddenly a child's
voice said, Mamma, do buy me a
bunch of roses," and glancing quickly
up, Norah saw one of the brightest
little faces that had ever looked at
her, and she held up a bunch of
flowers, feeling sure of a customer.
The lady, who stood by the child,
looked kindly down at Norah'sweary
little face, on which there were the
marks of recent tears. "You look
tired, poor child; are you not soon
going home ? she said.


Norah shook her head; Father
would beat me," she answered.
Because you have sold so few
of your flowers ? "
Norah nodded, and brushed away
some tears with the back of her hand.
But you must go home," said
the lady; what else can you do ?
where will you sleep ? "
"Oh, anywhere-where the police
'd let me," said Norah; I've done
it often-it's better than being beaten
and scolded."
"Will you tell me who takes care
of you, and where you live, poor
girl ?" asked the lady, while her
child listened, with her face all
clouded over with sorrow for the
unhappy little flower-girl.


I lives up a court-in a room at
the top of the house. Father lives
there, too, but he don't take care of
me-mother used to, but she's dead,
and father goes out and gets drink,
and then he beats me and scolds
me, and he used to beat mother so,
and I k/ic him! added the child,
"Poor girl I am so sorry for
you. I should like to help you and
make you happier ; and the voice
of the lady was so soft, so unlike
any that Norah was used to, that
she burst into loud sobbing, partly
from weariness and hunger, partly
because the unusual words of kind-
ness touched her heart.
It was some time before she could


be comforted, then her new friend
bought some more flowers, and gave
her a shilling for them. Norah's
tears were quickly dried, and she
smiled up at the lady.
I'll get some supper after all,"
she said, and then Mrs. Forster
said she should look for her in
the same place next day, for she
should be wanting some flowers
Norah went home cheerfully; it
had not turned out so bad a day's
work after all, and then she was to
see her kind friends the next day--
that thought seemed to shorten the
distance she had to walk, and as
she went along the streets, she was
thinking of the bright-faced little
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girl who had said "good-night" so
It was quite dusk when Norah
reached the court where she lived,
and she stumbled up the dark stair-
case of the house with a heavy,
weary tread, and opened the door
of a room at the very top; and her
heart beat fast lest her father should
be waiting, and scold her for not
being home before him.
There was no one in the room,
though, and Norah groped about
till she found some matches, and,
striking one, set light to a small bit
of candle that was fixed in the neck
of a black bottle.
There was very little in the room,
only a deal table and three broken


chairs, and a bed up in one corner,
and some ragged clothing in another
corner, where Norah slept. In her
mother's time things had been a
little better, but now there was no
one to keep up any appearance of
neatness, and everything was as
wretched as it well could be.
For a long time she was watching
and listening for her father's step,
but she listened in vain; at last she
ventured out and bought some bread
and a little morsel of cheese, feeling
very fearful lest she should be
caught spending the money, which
her father expected to be given up
to him. But hour after hour passed,
and he did not return, and at last
Norah fell asleep; but many times


slhe awoke trembling, as sounds of
revelry and fearful oaths came echo-
ing up the staircase ; then, when it
was quieter, she dropped asleep
again, and so the night passed. It
was soon daybreak, and she got up to
be early at the market where she
bought her flowers. I'll get the
best I can for that lady," she said
to herself; I won't give her them
as I've stood in water all night-
they'll do for other folks."
It was still early when Norah
took her usual place. She had no
very distinct idea what time her
friend of the previous night would
come, but she had said "early in
the morning," so Norah resolved
to be there first.


After a long time, a church-clock
struck eight-some of the bunches
were already sold, but as yet the
lady and her little girl had not come.
It was past nine o'clock, and the
flower-girl's heart began to fail her;
she had so looked forward to hear
that kind voice again, and now she
feared she should not hear it, and it
was very hard to bear. Then, to
her great joy, a child's voice cried
" Good-morning, little flower-girl; I
have come for my roses;" and there
was the lady with the kind smile
and gentle voice, and her sunny-
faced little daughter.
Norah forgot all her sadness, and
held up her fresh flowers with a
pleasant smile.


"Those will do nicely," said the
lady; "and now tell me how you got
on last night."
So Norah told her tale. How
she had gone home and found father
wasn't there, and how she had waited
and waited, until she grew so hungry
she felt obliged to buy some supper;
arid then she had listened expecting
to hear him coming up the staiis,
until at last she fell asleep, and then
when morning came she found he
had not been home at all.
"Has he often been away like
that ? asked Mrs. Forster.
Norah said "Yes; when mother
was alive he'd go away, all of a
sudden like; and then when they
were getting a bit comfortable he'd


come back and want money, and
mother knew he'd been hard at
drink all the time."
"And have you no one to take
care of you ?" asked Mrs. Forster.
"Oh no, I takes care of myself;
I'm near twelve years old, though
I'm little; but sometimes the woman
whose house it is speaks to me."
After a little more talk Mrs.
Forster bade her good-bye, and pro-
mised to come again next day, "For
we shall want some flowers every
morning while the roses are in bloom.
They are for a sick girl, who never
.goes out in the pleasant air or warm
sunshine, and she likes so much to
ee Flowers in her room."
And her name is Rose, too,"


said the little girl; mamma thinks
that when the roses are all over,
her life will .be over, and she will
be happy in heaven with Jesus."
Norah looked at the child with
surprise; she could understand what
was meant by her life being over,
but what was heaven," and who
could "Jesus" be!
Long after Mrs. Forster and her
child had gone away, the poor
ignorant girl pondered over the
strange words.
All through the day, as she sat by
her flowers calling "A penny a
bunch," she thought of the sick girl
who was called Rose, whose life
would soon be over; and she won-
dered if this girl was frightened


because she had to die. Norah felt
that she should be afraid; she had
seen her mother lying dead, and
the thought terrified her.
There were a good many flowers
sold that day, and Norah's heart
was light as well as her basket.
She had forgotten all about her
father during the time she was out,
but now as she went home she be-
gan to think of him, and wonder if
he would come back, and where he
had gone to.
The feeling of curiosity quite
-;:overcame her usual fear as she
opened the door of their room;
once more it was empty, and her
". father did not come. After a time,
4lthe woman who kept the house


came up to see the child, and told
her "most like she'd seen the last
of him; likely enough he'd got
put in jail-the best place for the
likes of him," and then gave Norah
some of her own supper, and bidding
her not be afraid, wished her good-
night as kindly as she knew how.
Poor little Norah! she had never
loved her father; all through her
young life she had suffered from his
cruel treatment, and often in her
childish anger she had felt and said
that she "hated" him; but now he
was really gone, she almost longed
for him, even if he was rough and
harsh to her, because it seemed so
terrible to know she was all alone.
The poor little flower-girl cried


herself to sleep that night, and yet
there had been some comfort in the
thought that, next day, she should
see the lady who was so kind, and be
able to tell her all her new troubles.

IF Norah Brady, in her life of
wretchedness, very often thought of
Mary Forster, Mary, amidst all the
comfort and happiness of her home,
still more often thought and spoke
of the poor flower-girl.
I wish you could think of some
way of helping her, mamma," she
would say; I am sure she is not a
rough, rude girl, like some are who
sell things in the street,-she spoke
in such a soft, pleasant voice. Oh,
mamma, why could she not go to


school, and learn useful things, and
have a new life?"
Mrs. Forster was thinking of very
much the same thing. There was
something in Norah, a gentle,
patient look on her face, an intelli-
gence in her eyes, which seemed to
say' she might be led to better
things, if she were taken from her
life of misery; but it was hard to
know what was best to do for her.
Mary was full of eager plans:
"Though I am only ten years old,
mamma, I think I am as big as
Norah, and you might give her some
of my old things, and send her to
school. Then she might learn to
be a servant, and come here to live
With us after a while."


Mrs. Forster smiled: she would
not willingly discourage her little
daughter's kind schemes, but she
knew-as Mary did not-how hard
it. would be to act upon them at
once. Before anything could be
done for Norah, they must wait
patiently awhile to see if her father
returned, and whether he, or any
other relations, were likely to object
to the child being taken from them.
When Norah had said that she
was quite alone, that the woman of
the house thought she had seen the
last of her father, and when she had
cried so, saying she "did not know
what she should do, she supposed
she should be turned into the street,
because father had not paid his


rent for three weeks,"-then Mary
begged her mamma still more ear-
nestly to do something for the child.
Mrs. Forster did not need urging;
she felt that God had put this poor
deserted girl in her way that she
might help her, and by being her
friend, perhaps have the joy of
leading the ignorant child to know
and love Jesus, that Friend who
would watch over her always, and
never'leave nor forsake her.
From the first time of seeing
Norah she had asked God to show
her very plainly how she could do
Sher good, and now the opportunity
had come, it seemed.
"" I should like to speak to the
Woman with whom you lodge," said


Mrs. Forster; "could you call for
me this evening when you go home,
and show me the way ?"
Norah agreed, and then Mrs.
Forster told herwhere the housewas,
and bidding her come in good time,
walked on with her little daughter
to take the flowers to the sick friend
whom they visited each day.
Please, mamma, tell me what
you will do," said Mary, who had
scarcely been able to keep silence
while Mrs. Forster spoke to Norah.
I can scarcely tell you, dear.
First I must know all I can about
Norah, and then I shall tell better
what can be done with her. There
is nothing but patience for you at
present, Mary."


Mary looked grave; being patient
"was just the thing she found the
hardest of all she had to do. Her
"warm heart opened to all who were
in any trouble, and, like most chil-
dren, she wanted to act at once,
without waiting to think.
But she knew so well how kind
Sand yet wise her mamma was, that
"she resolved to try and leave it all
t her, and wait to see what was
done to help the little flower-girl
ho had interested her so much.
That seemed a very long day to
orah, as she sat with her flower-
basket in the crowded, sunny street;
but to eager little Mary it seemed
longer still; neither books, work, nor
.:;l.ay had any power to interest her;




lessons were hard and tiresome,
and, I fear, did not get attended
to with the usual care; it appeared
to her that the evening and Norah
were a long time coming.
SJust at twilight there was a timid
little ring at the door-bell. It was
Norah at last; and Mrs. Forster
started at once, taking a servant
with her, and she bade Mary go to
bed as usual, and wait till next day
for news.
While Mary prepared to go to
rest, her thoughts were full of Norah.
When she knelt down to pray for
herself and her parents, she asked
God's blessing for Norah too, and
even in her sleep there were dreams
in which the poor flower-girl was


mixed up with strange places and
persons in odd confusion.
Meantime, Norah had led the
way from Mrs. Forster's house in
the direction of her home; after a
while she turned into some narrow
streets, and presently her footsteps
flagged a little, and she turned to
..;:her companions with a look of
apology: It's a poor place, not fit
for you to come to, but you'll please
excuse it." and then she entered a
dirty court, and stopping before a
l4ouse four stories high, passed in,
followed by Mrs. Forster and the
I'-Lt's right at the top-our room,"
said, and then they all groped
""way up the dark stairs, and at


last Norah stopped and opened the
door of a room about nine feet
square, and striking a match against
the wall, she lit a small piece of
candle, and went to fetch the woman
who kept the house.
From the woman, Mrs. Forster
could only learn that Norah, with
her father and mother, had lived
there for about three years; that she
believed the man to have been once
a sailor, until he took to drink and
bad ways ;" that the poor woman
had tried to support them all by
Swashing, but at last she grew ill and
died, "murdered by him," the woman
said. Since then this man had
I, made Norah earn money by selling
Flowers; how he got his living no one


.exactlyknew. Sometimesheseemed
;to have money, and then he would
S.drink it all away, and take the child's
'little earnings from her, but until the
last three weeks he had paid for his
room regularly.
As to any friends, the woman felt
sure Norah had none, "but she can
do as she has done," she said; she's
better without him, and I'll give her
- half my bed sooner than turn the
"?'poor child into the street."
"I "Do you think her father will
Sme back?" Mrs. Forster asked,
en she had listened to all the
4iowoman could tell-her.
"-Like enough : there's no telling.
's turned up before when he
t wanted."



So Mrs. Forster said that for the
present she would pay the woman a
small sum weekly for sheltering
Norah, until she could tell more
certainly if her father was likely to
return; and leaving money for the
child to have a proper supper and
breakfast, she left the house, pro-
mising to call for her flowers as
usual next day.
Norah's face looked brighter than
it had done for long before-the
care as to her food and lodging was
taken from her mind, which had
learned such care so early; although
she had often slept out of doors in
any corner, she had been very much
afraid of being turned away from
the house, and never having any


place to shelter her. She did not
"say much by way of thanking Mrs.
S Forster, but her face showed how
grateful she felt.
When little Mary Forster ran
down to breakfast the morning after
her mother's visit to Norah's home,
she expected to hear something great
was going to be done, and she did
feel much disappointed to know that
for a week or two, or perhaps longer,
Norah was to go on just a poor little
flower-girl, Mary had to learn a
little bit of patient waiting just then,
Ad it was not easy.
But she saw each day, when they
wentTo buy Norah's roses, that the
child looked well and happy, And
that was pleasant. And when, in
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answer to Mrs. Forster's questions,
Norah replied that her father had
not come back, Mary looked de-
lighted, and would say, "Surely, you
will not wait much longer, mamma?
He cannot mean to come back, and
if he does he will not want Norah."
As the days passed into weeks, the
little flower-girl ceased to feel sorry
that her father was gone. Though
it was a sad place she called home,
there was no one now to beat and
strike her, and speak rough words
and oaths. The woman, too-Jane,
she was called-was kind in her own
rough way, and gave the child plenty
of food.
But Mrs. Forster's daily visit and
kind words were the sunshine of


Norah's life just then. She was only
afraid that when the roses were over
she should see the lady and little
girl no more. Very often, as she sat
making up her flowers into bunches,
she thought of the sick girl to whom
the roses went, and wanted very
much to ask about her, only she
hardly liked to do so.
But one day she gained courage,
and looking up into little Mary's
face, said, "Is she any better, her as
you takes them to?"
For one moment Mary was puz-
zled, then she replied, Oh no,
poor Rose is not better, she cannot
be bitter in this world; but she will
be quite well and strong soon, when
God takes her to heaven."


"Is it far off?" asked Norah; her
wish to know where the sick girl was
going making her bolder.
"Far off, what do you mean?"
"That place as you said she was
going to, to get well. I can't rightly
say it, I never heard tell of it
Mary opened her eyes widely. "It
is with God, where people who love
Jesus, and-whose sins are forgiven,
live for ever after they die; and they
are never ill, or sad, or troubled
any more."
'Poor Norah looked bewildered,
and then she shook her head slowly.
"I don't know who they are-those
names you said."
Mary's face lost all its happy look


"then, she felt so surprised and sorry.
"Oh, you poor girl," she said, "have
.you never heard who God is? Did
no one ever tell you that He made
you, and takes care of you always,
and loves you so much ? And Jesus
loves you so, and me, and mamma,
and everybody, that He came down
from His bright home in heaven to
be a little child, and live in the world
so many years, and then die a painful
death on the cross. God has pro-
mised to pardon us, if we believe in
Him and obey Him, and for His sake
take us to heaven, when we die.
Oh! Norah, I am only a little girl,
and-I cannot tell you it all, as mamma
can, but I know Jesus loves you, and
wants you to love Him," and here


Mary's voice faltered, for her heart
was full.
Norah had listened with a strange,
inquiring look in her eyes; it was
all new to her, something she could
not make out at all, but one truth
had reached her, that some one-she
did not quite know who-loved her.
Her! a poor little flower-girl; it
must be some one very kind and
good, she felt sure. That thought
rested in Norah's mind all day.
Mrs. Forster had been silent as
the children spoke together; when
there was a pause, she said, "I hope,
my poor child, you will learn to know
about God and heaven, and some
day go there and live with Him for
ever. Mary and I will ask God to


teach you, that you may love Him.
Now, try and remember all day
that He who is so good and great is
watching you and taking care of
That night, while Mary Forster
was naming Norah in her prayers
to God, Norah was thinking of Him,
wondering if heaven was up where
the stars were, wondering if her
mother was there, whether she had
heard of such a place, or knew of
any one who had been so good that
He had died for her, so that she
might go there.
These were her last waking
thoughts, as she lay upon her
miserable bed.


'MAMMA," cried Mary Forster, when
they had passed on some distance
from Norah and her flower-basket,
"is it not shocking that any one does
not know who God is ? I thought
every one had heard of Him, and of
Jesus,-that is, every one who is old
enough; and yet Norah.says she is
twelve years old, and she did not
understand what I meant!"
It is, Mary, one of the saddest
of all sad thoughts to remember how
many hundreds of poor children


here in London are growing up in
ignorance and sin."
"But she listened to me, mamma,"
said Mary, eagerly; "I wish I could
have told her better, but I didn't
quite know what words to say it in;
I only know that God loves us all,
"and Jesus has died for us all, and I
wanted her to understand, but I am
afraid she did not, mamma."
It was not possible, Mary, that
she should enter into the whole
meaning of what you told her, when
"it was so strange and new. But I
fancy she will think about it, and
we must pray that God will teach
her to know and love Him, either
through our help, or in some other
way, as He sees best."


I wanted to ask her, too, if she
would go to school on Sundays and
be taught, but I did not like to."
Well, we must think of some
way of getting Norah brought up,
so as to live a good useful life,
Mary. I must talk to your papa
about it, for he may help us in
making our plans; and now I do
not think the poor child's father
will come back."
All this time Mrs. Forster and
her little daughter had been walking
on towards the house where Rose,
the sick girl, lived. When they
got to the door, Mrs Forster was
just about to raise .her hand to
knock, when she drew back;-she
saw that the blinds were down, and


she at once guessed what had
Mary, dear, I think poor Rose
will not want flowers to-day: I
expect to hear that God has taken
her home."
Mary turned very pale, not be-
cause she was afraid of death; she
had known Rose must die, and that,
to her, it would be a change from
weary suffering to rest and strength,
because she had loved and trusted
Christ as her Saviour; but she felt
grieved, because she had never ex-
pected that Rose would die so soon,
and she had hoped to come many
-more days with her flowers, and
hear her lowly-whispered thanks.
SThey went softly up the stairs.



and the house seemed strangely
still, and there in the little room,
where she had lain so patiently,
Rose was lying in the calm sleep of
death,-no sign of pain on lip or
brow, all trace of weariness gone,-
she looked just as if she was in a
happy sleep.
Mrs. Forster heard from her
mother that poor Rose had died
in the night, so quietly and peace-
fully that no one could tell exactly
when the spirit was set free.' But
all who had known Rose, knew
that she was safe, because she had
become a child of God, through
faith in Christ, who had died for her
on the cross.
So Mary left poor little Norah's



roses lying on the breast of the dead
girl; and though she was so young,
a holy wish went up to God, that
He would teach the poor flower-girl
to know and love Him, as Rose
had done.
Then Mrs. Forster and Mary
went home silently, because they
were both thinking of Rose and her
death, which had been sudden at
last; all that the little girl had
meant to say after leaving Norah,
had passed out of her mind, but it
came back when she was at home
"Do you remember you said
you would ask papa about Norah ?"
Iftry said, when it was evening.
Mrs. Forster had not forgotten,


and so between them, they told
how they had first met with the
little flower-girl.
Mary's papa was a doctor, and
he went about so much amongst
both poor and rich people, that Mrs.
Forster thought -he might know of
some place where she could be put
to be taught and taken care of.
"It seems to me," said Dr.
Forster, "that there will be no
difficulty in taking Norah away; a
man like her father is not likely to
object, even if he comes back, which
does not seem likely. But although
Mary's idea of her being taught to
be useful, and be trained for a
servant, is very good, as thiSis
quite an ignorant girl, who has


everything to learn, no one would
take her into their house until she
has been taught, at any rate, to
speak and behave well. If any
tidy poor woman could be found
to take care of her, and she could
be sent to a day-school and a Sun-
Sday-school, that would be the best
way to begin to help her."
'Mary had been looking dis-
couraged at her papa's words, but
as he drew near the end of them,
and there seemed a gleam of hope
that something would be done for
Notah, she smiled again; she knew -
that when her papa and mamma set
to iork to do good and kind things,
they did them thoroughly and well.
S)r. Forster said he was almost
: *'1)



sure he knew a woman who would
take charge of Norah, and he would
see about it the next day, when
he was going amongst his poor
So when Mary went to bed, she
thought that something would soon
be done for Norah, and could not
get to sleep for ever so long,
because she was thinking about
what clothes she had got, and
which of them she had nearly out-
grown, or were shabby; wondering
if her mamma could not find some-
thing for Norah, so that she might
begin to be clean and neat, and
leave off her old clothes, and old
habits, and miserable home together.
When the morning came, Mary


begged her mamma to take her to
the place where Norah sat with her
flowers. "Though poor Rose is
gone, mamma, Norah will wonder
so much what is the matter if she
does not see us."
So Mrs. Forster kindly consented,
and they were soon ready, and went
along the streets until they came
to the corner where Norah was
always sitting, holding up her fresh
Mrs. Forster took them and paid
for them, whilst Mary, in her quick,
impulsive way, said, Oh, Norah,
"poor Rose'is dead! When we got
there with the flowers yesterday,
she was dead; she will never want
any more." How much the little
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girl meant to say we can hardly tell,
for she was checked by Norah, who
burst into a fit of crying that almost
alarmed Mrs. Forster and Mary.
It was some minutes before Norah
was able to speak, then after a while
she listened to Mrs. Forster's gentle
words, and became more quiet.
" Are you crying because you think
we shall not buy your flowers now,
Norah ? "
"No, it isn't that; of course I
likes to sell them so regular; but
I thought I shouldn't see you and
the little lady, and you're so kind,
and it made me more sorry than
losing the money, and I. couldn't
help crying."
But we do not mean to leave


off seeing you, my girl," said Mrs.
Forster; "we wish to be your
friends, and we hope you will not
be a flower-girl long. We wish to
see you learning good and useful
things. Should you not like better
:to live with some one who had a
clean, comfortable home, where you
could learn to be useful, and go to
school, and be taught to read and
write ?"
I should like it, but I am afraid
I couldn't learn. When I was little,
mother said she wanted to bring me
up to service, but I've gone on as I
am, and haven't learnt nothing, and
now I think no one could teach
"Oh. yes, if you are willing to


learn, I feel sure I shall find some
one to teach you. If I do, will you
give up being a flower-girl, and go
and live where I put you, and try
to be very good ?"
Norah promised, and looked very
pleased, and then Mrs. Forster and
Mary bade her good-bye, saying
they would see her again next day.
To Mary's great delight, when
Dr. Forster came home to dinner,
he said he thought he had found a
very good place for Norah.
There was a poor woman whom
he had been visiting, because she
was ill, but now she was getting
better, and she had three young
children who wanted care, for which
she was hardly strong enough, so


that she had said she wished she
could get some strong girl to help
her. This made Dr. Forster think
of Norah, and he had spoken of her
to the woman. He said that Mrs.
Forster had better go and see her,
and arrange it; he would promise
to pay a trifle for Norah's living
"there, and she must make herself
as useful as she could. -
Mary then ventured to ask her
mamma about Norah's clothing, and
Mrs. Forster had been thinking of
it too, and made up a parcel of use-
ful things, which were to be given
to her when she went to her new
, Before many days had passed,
Norah had been taken from the


streets by day, and the wretched
house in the dirty court by night,
and, neatly clothed, was going to
school each morning, and learning
to be useful at home with the little
children, who soon loved her, be-
cause she was so kind and gentle.
The first time Mary saw her
young favourite in her neat dress,
she danced about for very gladness,
-certainly it would have been hard
to recognize, in the smiling, bright-
faced child, the dirty neglected
flower-girl of a few weeks before.



IF her kind friends hardly recog-
nised Norah Brady in her new cha-
racter,' Norah found it almost as
-that suddenly the old, wretched
life had changed into something so
new and pleasant.
Her first thought as she dressed
herself in the new clothes Mrs.
Forster had provided, was how much
she should like to run and show her-
"self to "Jane, and all the folks up
our court," and this wish she con-


fided to Mrs. Price, with whom she
had come to live.
Don't say it-there's a good
girl," was her answer. "Don't
grieve Mrs. Forster and Miss Mary
by wanting to see the place any
more; remember, you promised to
try and begin a different life, and
keep away from all your old com-
panions, who'll do you no good."
Norah blushed, and was silent;
she had spoken out her first feelings
without any thought; she knew
quite well that Mrs. Forster had
made her promise to keep away
from her former home, and she was
quite willing to do so; she really
wished to be a good and respectable
girl, and she knew such a thing


would be impossible amongst her
old companions of the court and
She had only felt it would be so
pleasant to show them how changed
she was, from the dirty neglected
little flower-girl they had known.
I have said that Norah's new life
was pleasant, but still it had its trials
for her, which she sometimes found
it hard to bear.
It was pleasant because though
she lived in a poor home with poor
people, quiet and peace were there,
and freedom from hard, rough words
and ways; though poor, it was all
clean and comfortable, and this to
Norah was a great change.
SBut the strangeness of everything


tried her-it seemed impossible to
make her understand that there is
a right and a wrong way of doing
everything; besides, the poor child
was ignorant of the very commonest
duties; she could neither sweep;
dust, cook, nor clean, and all these
things Mrs. Forster wished her to
be taught to do properly.
Fortunately Mrs. Price was a good
manager, and a cleanly, industrious
woman, and she felt so kind an
interest in Norah that she did not
spare pains and trouble in teaching
her. Besides, Norah had won her
heart by being kind to the children,
for Norah loved children.
It was quite pretty to see-the two
elder ones run to meet her, fondle


her, and call for her all over the
house; to see the baby stretch out his
arms for her to take him, and to know
that Norah would never tire of him,
however cross and fretful he might be.
"" Even if you didn't pay a penny
towards her board, ma'am," said
Mrs. Price one day to Mrs. Forster,
who had called to see how Norah
was getting on, "it would-be worth
my while to keep her for the help
she is with the children."
"' Norah's talent is certainly with
little folks," Mrs. Forster said to
her husband, when she went home.
I am afraid when she goes to
service it will be as a nurse, and
DIary's scheme of having her with
us, can never come to pass."
. ', !.


But Norah was learning much
more than Mrs. Price could teach
her; she was attending a good day-
school each morning, where all the
great difficulties of reading and
spelling, and writing and sewing,
had to be got over.
Poor Norah!-when Mary Forster
had shown her books with pictures
in them, and asked her if she would
not like to read them, she had said
" yes ;" but she had never supposed
there was such a great deal to do
first: so much learning of letters,
and making letters into words, such
hard work, and such slow progress.
Then, too, it was hard to feel
that she, a girl of twelve, must be
put to learn with quite little children,


tiny things of four or five, who still
seemed to know far more than she
did; and then girls of her own age
laughed and whispered together
about her; asked her why she had
not been to school before, and other
questions that she could not well
answer. Norah could twist up a
bouquet of flowers easily enough,
but it seemed as if her fingers had
no control over a pencil or a pen,
and that they could not make a
needle pass in and out swiftly like
other people did.
So these were one and all trials
to Norah, but gratitude to Mrs.
Forster made her patient, and then
after a time she began to feel that
she was getting on, and that en-


courage her to do still better; so
that, on the whole, her teacher at
home and her teacher at school were
quite satisfied with her.
But Norah's time of almost per-
fect happiness was on Sunday after-
noon, for then she went to school,
and had Mrs. Forster for her
teacher. The class was entirely
for girls like Norah-girls who
really had been taught nothing, who
could not read or learn like the
other scholars, and therefore were
instructed together alone, so that no
feeling of shame should keep them
Here,Sundayafter Sunday, Norah
heard about God, and His great love
to her; of Jesus Christ, who came


and lived on earth amongst men:
of His life, death, and resurrection,
and all the wonderful things He did.
It seemed to Norah that she could
never tire of hearing the sweet
Scripture stories of the New Testa-
ment. All Bible tales interested her;
but, more than all, she loved to be
told of Jesus amongst His disciples,
of His goodness in healing the sick
and helping the sorrowful, how He
called children to Him and blessed
them; and then the poor girl's
thoughts would pass into wishes
that He was in the world still. She
used to sit there in the school-room,
and forget everything around her,
in trying to imagine what she would
say to Jesus if she could go to Him,


as the sinful, and the sick, and the
sorrowful did in those days; how
she would tell Him all that troubled
her, all that made her sad, and she
felt sure He would have laid His
kind hands on her and blessed her,
because He turned no one away,
however poor or ignorant.
Then Norah would remember
what Mary had told her that day
in the street, when for the first time
she had heard the name of her
Saviour; she remembered that the
little girl had said He loved her, and
watched over her, and how she
seemed to understand it and feel
sure of it. It must be His love which
had given her kind friends, and had
taken her from her old, bad life, to


places where she could learn how
to please Him. And thinking so
much of Christ and His love, Norah,
although she did not feel conscious
of it, was changing into a gentle,
thoughtful girl.
Although she was still ignorant,
and could not well have explained
all she felt, she knew that she was
trying to leave off bad habits, trying
to forget bad words and thoughts,
trying to be very patient, and kind,
and obedient, because she had it
firmly rooted in her mind that
God was watching and listening
always, and cross looks and words
would grieve Him, and she loved
Him so for all His goodness to
her, that she wished earnestly to
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avoid all that was displeasing in
His sight.
So days passed on, weeks grew
to months, and God's work was
progressing quietly and secretly in
Norah's heart. Those who watched
her, saw that she was attentive and
obedient, and anxious to learn, and
this was a great reward for the
trouble they took with her.
A year had gone; in all that time
Norah had never met with any of
her former companions, but Mrs.
Forster had made inquiries from
time to time, and found that nothing
had ever been heard of Norah's
father since the time of his dis-
The change in Norah's character


had worked a change in her feelings;
she had left off thinking angrily or
harshly of her father. The indif
ference and forgetfulness that had
followed his leaving her, had turned
now into a desire to know where
he was, whether he was living, and
such strong wishes that some one
might befriend him as they had
befriended her, and that he might
be turned from his life of wicked-
ness, to a steady, thoughtful course.
It seemed unlikely and impossible,
but Norah was learning now to tell
her wants and wishes to God very
simply, as a child to a wise, kind
father; and she felt quite sure that
lie always listened to her prayers,
and would do all she asked if He


saw it was good for her. So every
night and morning, when she asked
for all the help and blessing she
needed, she always prayed that she
might some day see her father
again, and that he might learn
to know God, and love and serve
All this time, Mary Forster used
to look at her young favourite with
the greatest delight. I was sure
she was a nice girl, mamma. I
could tell from the way she spoke
that first day we bought the flowers,
and you see I was right. Are you
not glad you took her away from
being a flower-girl, mamma ?"
.And Mrs. Forster was indeed
glad, not only that God had given


her the opportunity of doing good,
but also that He had blessed
her work, and shown her already
that it was bringing forth good
For three years Norah remained
with Mrs. Price, and she made good
use of the time; not only was she a
tolerable hand at sewing, and able
to read and write well, but she had
learned to do household work very
cleverly, and Mrs. Price herself
declared, that whether it was wash-
ing, cooking, or cleaning, "nothing
came amiss to Norah."
Still her great pleasure was to be
with children, and as she was now
more than fifteen years of age, and
fit to go to service, Mrs. Forster


began to inquire for a nursemaid's
situation for her.
Very soon something suitable was
heard of, Norah's pleasant face and
quiet,gentle ways finding favour with
all who saw her; and she left Mrs.
Price and the children, who cried and
grieved at parting with her; and, with
sufficient new, neat clothing, went to
her first situation.
Norah felt very shy and strange,
but one thing encouraged her. Her
mistress lived in the same neigh-
bourhood as Mrs. Forster, so it
would not be like going quite away,
besides she was still to be allowed
to go to the Sunday-school; and
though Norah had long since passed
into a higher class, that was still the


happiest time in all the week to
her, as it had been when first she
listened with such wonder and
delight to the lessons that were
taught her there.

AFTER the first feeling of strangeness
had passed, Norah Brady settled
down very happily into her new
duties and occupations. Once more
she seemed to have everything to
learn, for the ways of a gentleman's
house were quite unknown to her,
but her training with Mrs. Price
had been so good, that she found it
only needed patience and care to
help her on, and cause her employers
to feel satisfied with her.
None of us can be free from some


troubles, and Norah had hers-quite
different to what she had found in
her school life, harder ones, too,
she thought; and yet she could not
escape them, but had to try day by
day to meet and bear them bravely.
As we have seen, Norah loved
children, and she had never thought
it possible that any trials could come
through them; strangely enough now
it was the way in which all her un-
happiness seemed occasioned.
Mrs. Franklin, her mistress, was
always kind,-ever willing to teach
her, and as willing to overlook any
awkwardness or mistake that was not
wilful. Her fellow-servants treated
her on the whole well. Sometimes
they might speak a sharp word,


but they meant no unkindness by it.
But the two children were so wilful
and passionate, and so hard to
influence by gentleness, and so
impossible to manage, that Norah
cried many a night when they were
in bed and asleep, because she had
hoped they would love her so,
because she had looked forward so
much to taking charge of them, and
yet it was all disappointment. And
this made her think more of the little
rosy, laughing children she had left,
who had minded every look and
word, who had loved her so that they
would not have grieved her by doing
anything she begged them not.
This little boy and girl of Mrs.
Franklin seemed delighted to tease


and vex her in every way they could
think of.
Yet when night came, and they
lay sleeping, and looked so sweet
and gentle, Norah forgot half their
naughty ways; and though she often
cried from weariness, she loved them,
and hoped in time to win them to be
gentle and obedient.
But Norah was not unhappy in
her new home; she could not be
that when she felt that God was
ordering her life for her, giving her
just the trials He knew she needed,
the work she could best do for Him.
For Norah had begun to feel that
she had a work to do for God; that
because He made her for the purpose
of loving and serving Him, she must


fulfil that purpose, and willingly do
whatever seemed her duty faithfully,
as in His sight.
Gentle and kind as Mrs. Franklin
was, she was not a person professing
any religious feeling. Rarely did
she or her husband go to the house
of God on Sundays; never was His
Word read or spoken of; never had
those little ones been taught about
the loving Saviour; and Norah soon
found in that the secret of their
wilful ways. Young as they were,
they were not too young to hear of
Jesus, and Norah found they would
listen when she told them of Him;
indeed it was often the only way in
which she could check them in their
angry quarrelling with each other.


Perhaps this was to be Norah's work
for God, to teach those little chil-
dren to love Him, and to love one
Sometimes she had the oppor-
tunity of going to see Mrs. Forster,
and she always felt happier and
stronger for her duty after getting
some of her good, wise counsel.
And Mary, now a great girl, look-
ed with growing pleasure on Norah,
whom she considered her own
especial charge; certainly Norah's
bright and earnest face and pleasant
manners would have delighted any
one who had once seen her as an
untaught, ignorant child.
All this long time, nothing had
been heard of Brady; Mrs. Forster


had left off making inquiry, for the
woman who had formerly befriended
Norah was gone away, and there
was now no way of hearing of him
it seemed, even if he had returned.
Though it was four years since
his leaving her, Norah yet hoped to
hear of him, although she could not
tell how it would be brought about.
She used to picture to herself, as she
sat working by the fire on winter
nights, when all was silent, all sorts
of scenes and places in which he
might be; sometimes she thought he
might have returned to his old sea
life, and when the wind blew high,
she tried to imagine what a storm
would be like, such as he had some-
times described to his companions in


her hearing. At other times she
would think how happy she should
feel if he returned, perhaps from
abroad, a different man, steady and
respectable, and settling down in a
little home with her, which she would
make so comfortable.
It was strange how entirely
Norah's thoughts of her father
had altered; never once did she
picture him coming back his old self,
cruel and wicked perhaps, to be a
sorrow and a burden to her. With
the softening and sweetening of her
whole nature, the memory of her
childish sufferings through him
seemed blotted out.



FIVE years had gone by since Mrs.
Forster had first spoken to the little
flower-girl; yet through all those
years she had still continued her
kindness and sympathy to others
as wretched and poor. By many a
sufferer's bed, in sickness or trouble,
Mrs. Forster often might be seen,
cheering some who were sorrowful,
smoothing for others their passage
to the grave, by telling them of
Him who would be with them
when all other help should fail.
Her daughter, Mary as she grew


up, preserved all her childish warmth
of heart, and loved to be amongst
the poor for the sake of Him who
once had been poor and despised,
and who had toiled and suffered in
the world, for love of us.
So five years had rolled away,
and one day in her visits, Mrs.
Forster found a new object for
kindness and sympathy-a man,
as it seemed, in the last stage of
decline, who had no one to care for
him, no one to help him-who
had come to lodge in a poor
woman's cottage, and been taken
worse, and seemed sinking fast.
Who he was, and where he came
from, none knew, and Mrs. Forster
asked no questions; she only saw


that he was suffering and drawing
near to death, and so she tried to be
his friend.
Many an hour did she spend in
seeking to lead him to trust in that
Saviour who will pardon the very
guiltiest, and "whose blood cleanseth
from all sin."
He gave her to understand that his
life had been bad; he seemed to feel
that God's mercy was not for him.
One day he appeared more able
and inclined to speak of himself-
he told her he once had a wife, but
his cruelty had slowly killed her;
that he had once a child, but he had
left and deserted her some years
before. Since then he had been
abroad, wandering from place to


place, trying to earn a living, some-
times honestly, but more often not,"
he said; had often been imprisoned
for theft, and other kinds of mis-
conduct; and at last his health had
failed, and as he happened to have
money enough to get home,-how
he got it, he did not say,-he had
come, thinking he would like to die
in England, if he must die. So he
had come to London, and to his old
quarters, and he had taken a lodging,
but had never left his bed since he
came to it.
Did you never feel anxious about
your child ? Mrs. Forster asked.
And he answered, "Yes! there
have been times when I have thought
of her, and wondered how she was


getting along; poor Norah! she must
be most a woman now."
Norah!" the familiar name struck
Mrs. Forster's ear, and she looked
quickly at the man to see if she could
trace any likeness between him and
her young flower-girl, but she did not.
Would you like to inquire about
your child ? is there no one who would
be likely to know where she was ?"
she asked.
No," he said, "no one knows me.
All my old friends have forgotten me,
and I don't want to see them;" then
he seemed weary of speaking, and
turned away as if to sleep.
For hours Mrs. Forster lay sleep-
lessly that night, thinking of this poor
dying man. It seemed to her, from all


that she could gather, that it must be
Norah's father, and yet she did not
feel quite sure how to ascertain the
fact. At last she decided that he
should see her. It was possible that
Norah might recognize him, if it was
her father, although it was scarcely
likely that he should trace any resem-
blance between the tall, healthy
young servant-girl of seventeen, and
his own dirty, neglected little child.
So next day Mrs. Forster called
upon Norah's mistress, and begged
leave for Norah to go with her on a
visit to some of her poor people near
by, to carry a basket, which contained
a few little things she wanted to take
to them.
Mrs. Franklin willinglyconsented,


and Norah started, feeling very
pleased to go. Without a thought
she followed Mrs. Forster into the
sick man's room, and by her direction
opened the basket and took from it
a few nourishing things which it con-
tained, placing them on the table.
Meantime Mrs. Forster noticed that
the sick man's eyes wandered care-
lessly enough at first to Norah, but
after the first minute they rested on
her face with a strange expression.
Presently he turned away with a
sigh. Her eyes remind me so of
my poor wife's; it overcame me," he
muttered, as if in apology. Norah's
eyes were like hers; if I had been a
better man I might have had my
wife and my girl to help me now."


Norah had caught the sound of her
name; she turned quickly towards
the bed, gazed for a minute thought-
fully, and with a sad look on her face;
then, all in a moment, she recognized
him; it seemed as if the five years
had melted away, and she was again
the Norah Brady, and that was her
father's voice. Then she knelt
down by the bed-side, and said, I
am your girl Norah. Oh, father, I am
so glad-God has heard my prayers,
and brought you back to me."
He could not believe it at first;
could not understand it could really
be Norah; still less that she should
be glad to see him, when he had
been so cruel to her. After a while,
when the excitement of meeting was


over, Mrs. Forster left them alone
together for a little while.
What passed in that time Norah
told none, but she went home in a
strange state of mingled joy and
sorrow. Her mistress entered most
kindly into her feelings of surprise
at meeting her long-absent father,
and promised to spare her to be
with him as much as possible while
he lived. It was not for long -
but three short weeks after this
meeting did the poor man linger,
but they were happy weeks to Norah,
for in them she had the joy of
seeing her father gradually led to
true sorrow and penitence for his
sinful life, to know that he had come
humbly to the feet of Jesus to ask


for mercy and forgiveness, so that
when he passed away, his last words
were of hope in Christ, and blessing
upon her. She could not grieve,
it seemed that God had given
her the greatest blessing that was
So it was that Norah's prayer was
answered, the great wish of her
young life fulfilled.
After that, she went on in her old
life of daily duty for several years;
she had many joys and many cares,
but through all she was faithfully
serving God, who had done so much
for her.
We cannot follow her farther, but
we may add for those who have felt
interested in Norah's life, that after


awhile, when Mary Forster was
grown up to womanhood, and had
little children with her own bright
smile and merry voice, their nurse
was a tall, dark-eyed young woman
whom they called Norah." So,
after all, Mary's first scheme was
carried out, though so many years
after that day when she had first
made it, and been interested in



"SWEET flowers Who will buy my
sweet flowers ?" The poor girl
passes along the street with roses
and lilies, and a dozen other flowers
spread in her basket, and some in
her hand, to tempt the passer-by to
spend a penny, and in return get a
bunch of sweet-smelling flowers.
What dear old-fashioned things
are flowers, whether they are found
growing on the hill-side, in the valley,
under the hedge, or in the garden.
For thousands of years have they
appeared on the earth, yet they have
never come too soon or without a
welcome, or departed from us with-
out regret.

Oh, they are crimson, red, and white,
Purple, yellow, and grey,
Just like the beams of living light,
That deck the dawning day."
How would the country look with-
out flowers ? No buttercups in the
meadows, no blue-bells on the banks,
no woodbines in the hedges, and no
roses and pinks in the gardens.
It is said that King George the
Second, having ordered his gardens
at Kew and Richmond to be'opened
for the admission of the people
during part of the summer, his gar-
dener, finding it troublesome to him,
complained to the king that the
people gathered the flowers. Now,
this was not right. Those who took
the flowers without leave were much
to be blamed; but the king was dis-




posed to look at this conduct very
mildly. What!" said he, "are my
people fond of flowers ? Then plant
some more.
Sweet and dear old-fashioned
flowers, how we love them! They
first make us glad in telling us a short
and pleasant tale of youth and
beauty, and then they make us wise
by fading before us, setting forth the
passing away of the fairest of earthly
things. "As for man, his days are
as grass : as a flower of the field,
so he flourisheth. For the wind
passeth over it, and it is gone; and
the place thereof shall know it no
more. But the mercy of the Lord is
from everlasting to everlasting upon
them that fear him."- Psa. ciii. 15-17.



SWEET flowers sweet flowers
Oh, buy my flowers !
Tulips and wallflowers fine,
Roses and columbine,
Carnations and heartsease;
Just take which bunch you please:
Oh, buy my flowers!
Sweet flowers sweet flowers !
Oh, buy my flowers !
In sunny spots they grew,
Where fell the sparkling dew:
I gathered them this morn
Before the dew was gone:
Oh, buy my flowers!
Sweet flowers! sweet flowers!
Oh, buy my flowers!
I'm tired and hungry now,
And heavy is my brow:
Oh, if you would impart
Joy to the orphan's heart,
Buy, buy my flowers !










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