But as I bent over the roses she turned on the pillow and spoke.
"Aren't they beautiful, Roscoe ?" she said.
"Yes," I answered.

"They are beautiful." "Do you know who brought them to me ?" "Yes, Mother.

Lute told me." "She did call, you see.

She kept her word.

It was kind of her, wasn't it ?" I sat down in the rocking chair by the window.
"Well," I asked, after a moment, "what did she say?
Did she condescend to pity her pauper neighbors ?" "Roscoe!" "Did she express horrified sympathy and offer to call your case to the attention of her cousin in charge of the Poor Ward in the City General Hospital, like that woman from the Harniss hotel last summer ?" "Boy! How can you!" "Oh, well; I am a jealous beast, Mother; I admit it.