"Why can't you be ready at nine in place of ten, let me call for you at that time and drive over to Restview with me to meet Jack ?" "Is that his name ?" she asked in blissfully reassuring tones.

"You've never spoken of him as anybody but your 'kid brother.' Why of course I'll drive over to Restview with you.

I shall be delighted to meet him." Privately she had her own fears of what Jack Turner might turn out to be like.

Sam was always so good in speaking of him, always held him in such tender regard, such profound admiration, that she feared he might prove to be perfect only in Sam's eyes.
"Good," said Sam.

"Just for that I'm going to bring you over some choice blooms that I have been having the gardener save back for me," and he turned away from the telephone quite happy in the thought that for once he had been able to kill two birds with one stone without ruffling the feathers of either.
Armed with a huge consignment of brilliant blossoms, enough to transform her room into a fairy bower, he sped quite happily to Hollis Creek.
"Oh, gladiolas!" cried Miss Josephine, as he drove up.