Bertha had thrust into Florence's hand a small magazine.  It was called "The Flower of Youth," and had a gay little cover of bright pink. There were one or two pictures inside, rather badly done, for black-and-white drawings in cheap magazines were not a special feature of the early seventies.  The letterpress was also printed on poor paper, and the whole get-up of the little three-penny weekly was shabby.  Nevertheless, Florence glanced over it with a momentary awakening of interest in her eyes.