I only called in for a moment to see Clara." "You should have come in here to tea," he said.
Miriam laughed shortly, and Clara turned impatiently aside.
"Do you like the chrysanthemums ?" he asked.
"Yes; they are very fine," replied Miriam.
"Which sort do you like best ?" he asked.
"I don't know.

The bronze, I think." "I don't think you've seen all the sorts.

Come and look.

Come and see which are YOUR favourites, Clara." He led the two women back to his own garden, where the towsled bushes of flowers of all colours stood raggedly along the path down to the field.
The situation did not embarrass him, to his knowledge.
"Look, Miriam; these are the white ones that came from your garden.

They aren't so fine here, are they ?" "No," said Miriam.
"But they're hardier.