It was given to _me_, not to you, Renie Beverley.

Next time you start being charitable use your own flowers, not mine.

You haven't left me a single piece." "I'm sorry," blushed Irene, trying to collect some portion at least of her offerings to hand back to the lawful owner.

"I thought they were given to me." "No, you didn't, you simply bagged them," snapped Peachy.

"I'm not friends with you, so don't talk to me any more," and Peachy turned a red offended face out of the carriage window.
Irene might have apologized further, but the funicular gave a mighty jerk at that moment, and the carriage started.