His mother was rather jealous of any girl he admired; but knowing that she liked Alice, he loved on and enjoyed his secret alone, meaning soon to tell her all about it.
Now suddenly Josie and the rose-bush seemed to suggest a speedy end to his tender perplexities; and he was moved to accept her aid as the netted lion did that of the mouse.
'I think I'll write,' he was slowly beginning, after a pause during which both were trying to strike out a new and brilliant idea.
'I've got it! perfectly lovely! just suit her, and you too, being a poet!' cried Josie, with a skip.
'What is it?
Don't be ridiculous, please,' begged the bashful lover, eager, but afraid of this sharp-tongued bit of womanhood.
'I read in one of Miss Edgeworth's stories about a man who offers three roses to his lady--a bud, a half-blown, and a full-blown rose.

I don't remember which she took; but it's a pretty way; and Alice knows about it because she was there when we read it.

Here are all kinds; you've got the two buds, pick the sweetest rose you can find, and I'll tie them up and put them in her room.

She is coming to dress with Daisy, so I can do it nicely.' Demi mused a moment with his eyes on the bridal bush, and a smile came over his face so unlike any it had ever worn before, that Josie was touched, and looked away as if she had no right to see the dawn of the great passion which, while it lasts, makes a young man as happy as a god.
'Do it,' was all he said, and gathered a full-blown rose to finish his floral love-message.
Charmed to have a finger in this romantic pie, Josie tied a graceful bow of ribbon about the stems, and finished her last nosegay with much content, while Demi wrote upon a card: DEAR ALICE, You know what the flowers mean.

Will you wear one, or all tonight, and make me still prouder, fonder, and happier than I am?
Yours entirely, JOHN Offering this to his sister, he said in a tone that made her feel the deep importance of her mission: 'I trust you, Jo.