I chanced to be looking at mother when Susan spoke.
Her face changed and she gave a queer little choked cry.

Most of the time mother is so spunky and gay you would never guess what she feels inside; but now and then some little thing is too much for her and we see under the surface.

'Mayflowers!' she said.

'Jem brought me mayflowers last year!' and she got up and went out of the room.

I would have rushed off to Rainbow Valley and brought her an armful of mayflowers, but I knew that wasn't what she wanted.