Mrs Williams loved flowers and had a small but beautiful garden.In the summer,her roses were always the best in her street.One summer afternoon her bell rang,and when she went to the front door,she saw a small boy outside.he was about seven years old,and was holding a big bunch of beautiful roses in his hand. "I am selling roses",he said."Do you want any?They are quite cheap.Five pence for a big bunch.They are fresh.I picked them this afternoon". "My boy","Mrs Williams answered,"I pick roses whenever I want,and don't pay anything for them,because I have lots in my garden." "Oh no,you haven't,"said the small boy."There aren't any roses in your garden—because they are here in my hand!"