When we went to the carriage Mr.
Kennedy was there to take me home.

We went past grandmother's florist to get her some violets----David, she is sleeping under yours, with just a few touching her lips.

Oh it was lovely of you to get them; your fairies must have told you! She has them every day, and one of the objections she made to coming here was that she couldn't do without them in winter, and she found some on her pillow the very first thing.

David, you are wonderful! And grandfather with his lily! I know where he found that! I knew instantly.

Ah, there are fairies who tell you, because you deserve to know." The Girl bent and slipping her arm around his neck hugged him tight an instant, and then she continued unsteadily: "While he was in the shop----Harvester, this is like your wildest dream, but it's truest truth----a boy came down the walk crying papers, and as I live, he called your name.