At last they
came to one all filled with flowers, and with this Ella was in
raptures.
"What a very good man must live here," she said, "to put all these
things out for us to see! I can smell them through the glass!"
"They are put here to sell," said Mr. Lee, "and I know you will like
that beautiful pink rose-bush a great deal better than a mirror--or
that great white lily."
"No, no, papa," said Ella, moving impatiently away. "When will we come
to the place?"
"Here it is," said Mr. Lee, as they stopped at a store where then were
two huge windows filled with mirrors of all sizes. "Now which one will
you have? Not a very large one for such a very little lady. But there
is a nice little one that will just suit you, and it has a very pretty
frame."
"Where? where, papa? I don't see it!" And Ella looked about the window
in a very bewildered manner.
"There. In that corner, leaning against the window-frame."
"Why, papa, that's a looking-glass!"
"And is not that what you want?"
"No, sir; I want a '_Mirror_'--a book."
"Oh! that's it!" said Mr. Lee, with a brighter face. "I expect you
want a book called 'The Mirror.
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