"Don't you want a nice big saucer of strawberries and cream before you go?
Walker's picking some now.

And you haven't seen my hothouse.

It's just full of the loveliest flowers you ever saw.

You like roses, don't you, and pinks and lilies and pansies ?" He saw he had struck the right chord as soon as he mentioned the flowers.

The sullen look vanished as if by magic.