She did not ask him, directly or indirectly, who had put the white one there for him, because she knew by the way it was pinned that he had done it himself.

"Who is it that ev'ry morning brings me these lovely flow'rs ?" she burlesqued, as he bent over her.
"'Mr.Wimby,'" he returned.

"I will point him out to you.

You must see him, and, also, Mr.Bodeffer, the oldest inhabitant--and crossest." "Will you present them to me ?" "No; they might talk to you and take some of my time with you away from me." Her eyes sparkled into his for the merest fraction of a second, and she laughed half mockingly.

Then she dropped his lapel and they proceeded.