Why, Rosy's afraid of lots of things, regularly afraid, you
know, so Steve has to laugh her out of them. But Rob--she isn't afraid
of a thing in the world."
"Except one."
"One?" Ted pricked up his ears. "What's that? I'll bet she isn't really
afraid of it--just shamming. She does that sometimes. What is it? Tell
me, and I'll tell you if she's shamming."
"I'd give a good deal to know, but I'm afraid I can't tell you what it
is."
"Why not? If she isn't really afraid of it she won't mind my knowing.
And if she is maybe I can laugh her out of it, the way Steve does Rosy."
"I don't believe you're competent to treat the case, Ted. It's not a
thing to be laughed out of, you see. The thing for you to remember is
which bunch of trilliums you are to give Mrs. Stephen Gray from me."
"This one." Ted waved his left arm.
"Not a bit of it. The left one is yours."
"No, because mine was a little the biggest, and you see this right one
is."
"You are mistaken," Richard assured him positively. "You give Mrs.
Stephen the right one, and I'll take the consequences."
"Did yours have a red one in?"
"Has that right one?"
"No, the left one has.
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