I didn't suppose, anywhere, down here, there was a place one half so beautiful!" An odd feeling of uncanniness sent a swift exclamation to the lady's lips.
"'Down here'! What do you mean by that?
You speak as if you came from--above," she almost laughed.
"I did," returned David simply.

"But even up there I never found anything quite like this,"-- with a sweep of his hands,--"nor like you, O Lady of the Roses," he finished with an admiration that was as open as it was ardent.
This time the lady laughed outright.

She even blushed a little.
"Very prettily put, Sir Flatterer" she retorted; "but when you are older, young man, you won't make your compliments quite so broad.

I am no Lady of the Roses.

I am Miss Holbrook; and--and I am not in the habit of receiving gentlemen callers who are uninvited and--unannounced," she concluded, a little sharply.
Pointless the shaft fell at David's feet.