of flowers are sent up to town every day through the summer, from all the country places around. Is it possible that you have never sent any up from Rockley?”
“I’m afraid that I never have,” responded Brenda. “But it’s a perfectly splendid idea, and I ’ll begin right away. We always have plenty of flowers to spare in our garden.”
“You can send wild flowers, if you haven’t anything else. Even daisies, arranged in large bunches, are very highly appreciated. I ’ve heard my father speak of seeing them in the hospitals, and he says that the patients are very grateful for flowers.”
“But how could I get them to the city, and what would become of them after they get there?” asked Brenda, after a moment’s thought.
“Why, Brenda,” interposed Julia, “I should be glad to pay any charges. There’d be freight, or express, or something of that kind. But I wonder whom we’d send them to.”
“I could find out from my father; I think that there is a regular place for the flower mission. I believe that that is what they call it. At any rate, Edith could tell you. She has always been in the habit of sending flowers to town. Had n’t you ever heard about it?”
“Well, if I ever did, I ’ve forgotten. You see, until this last winter, I never had much to do with—with—”
“Philanthropy,” and Julia added to the word with which she had helped her cousin express her meaning. “That was only because you were so young, Brenda.
