Like enough, his lordship will only partake of one or two dishes, but you have to provide them all, and serve them properly." "I see," said Celia, who was beginning to understand the exigencies of rank.

"Can I help you?
Surely there must be something I can do!" "Well, you can arrange the flowers for me, if you will be so good, my dear," said Mrs.Dexter.

"Mr.Douglas, the head gardener, will cut you some from the conservatory." "All right," said Celia eagerly.

"You run away and see to the dinner; and if I can help you in any other way, after I've done the flowers, let me know." Herself not unexcited, she interviewed the dignified and extremely capable head gardener, who, departing from his custom, did not utter any complaint, but sacrificed his choicest blossoms to the beautiful young lady to whom he had not yet spoken.
Celia thanked him, and ran off to get the receptacles for the flowers from the stately Mr.Smith, the butler, and set about arranging the exquisite blossoms.

As she was doing so, she remembered a certain bed of beautifully-grown pansies on one of the lawns.