Your David will be wondering where you are, while Imogene will imagine I'm lost.

Let me pick a flower to stick in the ribbon of your hat and then I'll go." "Your fingers will suffer; I'll get some," Lee said, quickly.

From a spreading bed of prickly-pear he plucked a dozen of the cactus blossoms, ranging in colour from a delicate lemon to a deep orange.

He turned to her.
"First I'll decorate you," he said.

"Please assume an angelic expression and gaze straight at the camera." She tilted her chin upward and thrust her arms downward with all five fingers of each hand stretched apart.