She will be home soon to tell you herself, perhaps." Billy rose with a haste so marked it was almost impolite, as she murmured: "Will she?
I'm afraid, though, that I sha'n't see her, after all, for I must go.

And may I leave these, please ?" she added, hurriedly unpinning the bunch of white carnations from her coat.

"It seems a pity to let them wilt, when you can put them in water right here." Her studiously casual voice gave no hint that those particular pinks had been bought less than half an hour before of a Park Street florist so that Mrs.
Greggory _might_ put them in water--right there.
"Oh, oh, how lovely!" breathed Mrs.Greggory, her face deep in the feathery bed of sweetness.

Before she could half say "Thank you," however?
she found herself alone..