"But how soon ?" "Why almost any day.

Of course," Mrs.Jordan honestly added, "they're nearly always out." "Then why do they want flowers all over ?" "Oh that doesn't make any difference." Mrs.Jordan was not philosophic; she was just evidently determined it _shouldn't_ make any.

"They're awfully interested in my ideas, and it's inevitable they should meet me over them." Her interlocutress was sturdy enough.

"What do you call your ideas ?" Mrs.Jordan's reply was fine.

"If you were to see me some day with a thousand tulips you'd discover." "A thousand ?"--the girl gaped at such a revelation of the scale of it; she felt for the instant fairly planted out.