It was true that she had no particular fondness for red geraniums; but if Miss Polly had expressed, on her own account, a desire to plant the street with them, she would never have thought of objecting.
"Well, the yard ain't much to brag of anyhow," replied Miss Polly with that careful penetration which never sees below the surface of things.
"To tell the truth I've always had a sort of leanin' toward geraniums myself--especially rose geraniums.

I don't know why on earth," she concluded with animated wonder, "I never thought of putting rose geraniums in that window box along with the sweet alyssum.

They would have been the very things and they don't take so much watering." "That's a bargain, then," said O'Hara, with his ringing laugh which made Gabriella smile in spite of herself.

Then, after shaking hands with each one of the group, he went down the walk and passed with his vigorous stride in the direction of Broadway.
When the gate had closed, and his large figure had vanished in the distance, Gabriella said sternly: "Archibald, you must not lose your head over strangers.

We know nothing on earth about Mr.O'Hara except that he lives in this house." "Oh, but, mother, he was splendid at the fire! You ought to have seen him holding a girl by one arm out of the window.