upon its stem, but of the great "mining-boom" that was upon the town, and of the chances of a fortune.
Half-an-hour had passed since the shop-bell had last tinkled, and Marietta was beginning to think of making Jim a flying call, when she heard his cane rapturously banging the floor above. This was the signal for her to look out into the street, which she promptly did, and, behold! the four-in-hand had stopped before the door, a groom was standing at the leaders' heads, and the master of this splendid equipage was just coming in, his figure looming large and imposing in the doorway.
"Good morning, Mrs. Jim," he called before he was well inside the shop. "I want one of your ten-dollar flower-books."
Quite unmoved by the lavishness of her customer, Marietta rose in her stately way, and drew forth several specimens of her most expensive flower-book. Dayton examined them with an attempt to be discriminating, remarking that the book was for some California friends of his wife who were inclined to be "snifty" about Colorado flowers.
"That's the best of the lot," Marietta volunteered, singling out one which her customer had overlooked.
