All the morning papers are on the table." Hilda was back in a few moments wearing a long gray squirrel coat and a broad fur hat.
Bartley rose and inspected her.

"Why don't you wear some of those pink roses ?" he asked.
"But they came only this morning, and they have not even begun to open.
I was saving them.

I am so unconsciously thrifty!" She laughed as she looked about the room.

"You've been sending me far too many flowers, Bartley.

New ones every day.