"Do you suppose I ever will grow to reach your shoulders ?" She stood on tiptoe and measured the distance with her eyes.

Then she developed timid confusion, while her glance sought the ground.
"I wish I could do something," she half whispered.
Jack seemed to increase an inch in height.
"What ?" he asked hoarsely.
"Lariat Bill used always to have a bunch of red flowers in his shirt pocket.

The red lit up his dark eyes and olive cheeks and made him splendid.

May I put some red flowers on you ?" Freckles stared as he wheezed for breath.

He wished the earth would open and swallow him.