"
Nevertheless he managed to make the drive a fascinating experience to
Ted and a diverting one to himself. And on the way home they stopped at
the West Wood marshes to gather a great bunch of trilliums as big as
Ted's head.
"I'll take 'em to Rob," said her younger brother. "She likes 'em better
than any spring flower."
"Take my bunch to Mrs. Stephen Gray then. And be sure you don't get them
mixed."
"What if I did? They're exactly the same size." Ted held up the two
nosegays side by side as the car sped on toward home.
"I know, but it's of the greatest importance that you keep them
straight. That left-hand one is yours; be sure and remember that."
Ted looked piercingly at his friend, but Richard's face was perfectly
grave.
"Must be you don't like Rob, if you're so afraid your flowers will get
to her," he reflected. "Or else you think so much of Rosy you can't bear
to let anybody else have the flowers you picked for her. I'll have to
tell Steve that."
"Do, by all means. Mere words could never express my admiration for Mrs.
Stephen."
"She is pretty nice," agreed Ted. "I like her myself. But she isn't in
it with Rob.
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