But, Lorne, how perfectly dear of you to send me those roses.

I wore them, and nobody there had such beauties.
All the girls wanted to know where I got them, but I only told Lily, just to make her feel a pig for not having asked you--my very greatest friend! She just about apologized--told me she wanted to ask about twenty more people, but her mother wouldn't let her.

They've lost an uncle or something lately, and if it hadn't been for Clara Sims staying with them they wouldn't have been giving anything." "I'll try to survive not having been asked.

But I'm glad you wore the roses, Dora." "I dropped one, and Phil Carter wanted to keep it.

He's so silly!" "Did you--did you let him keep it ?" "Lorne Murchison! Do you think I'd let any man keep a rose I'd been wearing ?" He looked at her, suddenly emboldened.