She was immensely gratified at the attention, sniffed the fragrant nosegay, and handed it on for admiration to Lorna, who, after also burying her nose in it, passed it to Irene.
The latter ought to have realized it was not her own property, but unfortunately didn't.

She calmly appropriated the bunch, and distributed it in portions to those nearest her.

Peachy's cheeks flamed.

She was a hot-tempered little soul underneath her gay banter.
"Well! Of all cool cheek," she exploded.

"That was _my_ bouquet.