Young Folks' Treasury: Classic Tales and Old-Fashioned Stories HTML version

Rosamond, a little girl about seven years old, was walking with her mother in the streets of
London. As she passed along she looked in at the windows of several shops, and saw a great
variety of different sorts of things, of which she did not know the use, or even the names. She
wished to stop to look at them, but there was a great number of people in the streets, and a great
many carts, carriages, and wheelbarrows, and she was afraid to let go her mother's hand.
"Oh, mother, how happy I should be," she said, as she passed a toy-shop, "if I had all these pretty
"What, all! Do you wish for them all, Rosamond?"
"Yes, mamma, all."
As she spoke they came to a milliner's shop, the windows of which were decorated with ribbons
and lace, and festoons of artificial flowers.
"Oh, mamma, what beautiful roses! Won't you buy some of them?"
"No, my dear."
"Because I don't want them, my dear."
They went a little farther, and came to another shop, which caught Rosamond's eye. It was a
jeweler's shop, and in it were a great many pretty baubles, ranged in drawers behind glass.
"Mamma, will you buy some of these?"
"Which of them, Rosamond?"
"Which? I don't know which; any of them will do, for they are all pretty."
"Yes, they are all pretty; but of what use would they be to me?"
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"Use! Oh, I am sure you could find some use or other for them if you would only buy them first."
"But I would rather find out the use first."
"Well, then, mamma, there are buckles; you know that buckles are useful things, very useful
"I have a pair of buckles; I don't want another pair," said her mother, and walked on.