Mrs. Read was an old woman. She was about sixty. She liked flowers very much. She had a small garden. There were many flowers in the garden. Some of them were red and blue, and some were yellow and white. They were very beautiful.

One day, her doorbell(门铃)rang(鸣响). She opened the door and saw a small boy in front of her house. He was about six years old. He had many beautiful roses(玫瑰)in his hands. Some were red and blue, and some were yellow and white.

“I'm selling roses, ”he said. “I don't want to buy your roses. I have many beautiful roses in my garden, ”said Mrs. Read.

“Oh, no, ”said the boy, “you don't have any in your garden now. They are all in my hands. ”