_The Enviable Greengrocer_

See him every morning (through my window-pane), his little shop adorning, sun, or fog, or rain. He dresses up the front of it (a nice, wide, sloping stall) with market garden produce, imported fruits and all. Suppose he sold but hardware; a blackish pot and pan. He really is, you must admit, a very lucky man. For he has flaming oranges, and apples shining red; he doesn't deal in tin-tacks, but smooth green beans instead. The friendly brown of walnuts and cauliflowers so white, pale honey-hued bananas--the nursery folks' delight. With these he decks his window, and makes his stall so gay, so passers-by must stop to look--no matter what the day.