That market day she came laughing down the market aisle to greet
Amanda.
"Hello, Amanda! What do you think of me, here at this early hour of the
day? Pin a medal on me! But it was so glorious a day I felt like doing
something out of the ordinary. I promised one of the Lancaster girls
who is at school now that I'd ask you about the pink moccasins. Are
they out yet?"
"Just out. Why?"
"This girl wants one for her collection. I remembered you had a perfect
one in your lot of flowers at school and I said I'd see you about
them."
"They'll be at their best next Saturday."
"Next Saturday--dear, Helen's going home over the week-end. Oh, could I
come out and get one for her?"
"Yes. I'll be glad to take you where they grow. I have a special haunt.
If no botanizers or flower hunters find my spot, we'll get a beauty for
your friend."
"You're the same old darling, Amanda," said the girl sweetly. "Then
I'll be out to your house Saturday afternoon. How do I get there?"
"Take the car to Oyster Point, then walk till you find a mail-box with
our name on it, and there I'll be found."
"Thank you, Amanda, you are a dear! I'll be there for the pink
moccasin. Won't it be romantic to hunt for such lovely things as they
are? You're perfectly sweet to bother about it and offer to take me."
"Oh, I don't mind doing that. I'll enjoy it. Finding the wild pink
lady-slipper is a real joy."
Unselfish Amanda, she could not dream of what would come out of that
little hunt for the pink moccasin!