But immediately she began to laugh.

Lee gave her a reproving tap on the uplifted chin and then fastened the flowers in her hat-band.

A thrill like fire ran through his body at the proximity of that soft, round chin, those red lips, her eyes gleaming with merriment.
"Now, beauty!" he said, stepping back.
The yellow blossoms made a garland about her hat.
"Do you like them thus ?" she asked, delighted.
"Immensely." "Then they shall stay there.

And Imo will die of envy when I tell her they're yours." "Nobody ever died of that." "Perhaps not.

But she will suffer extremely.