She opened it and an exclamation of pleasure escaped her.

In the box was a huge bouquet of exquisite roses, soft and glowing, delicious in their fragrance.
Impulsively she buried her face in them.
"Oh, how delightful!" she cried, and she drew out the white card which peeped forth from amidst the stems.

"They are from Mr.Turner!" she gasped.
"You're quite right about him," commented her father dryly.

"He's all business.".