I remember seeing you pick it."
"But afterward I threw it out. You picked one and left it in. The right
is mine."
"You've got me all mixed up," vowed Ted discontentedly, at which his
companion laughed, delight in his eye. The left-hand bunch was
unquestionably his own, but if he could only convince Ted of the
contrary he should at least have the satisfaction of knowing that the
flowers he had plucked had reached his lady, though they would have no
significance to her. When the lad jumped out of the car at his own rear
gate he had agreed that the bunch with the one deep red trillium was to
go to Roberta.
Ted turned to wave both white clusters at his friend as the car went on,
then he proceeded straight to his sister's room. Finding her absent, he
laid one great white-and-green mass in a heap upon her bed and went his
way with the other to Mrs. Stephen's room. Here he found both Roberta
and Rosamond playing with little Gordon and Dorothy, whom their nurse
had just brought in from an airing.
"Here's some trilliums for you, Rosy," announced Ted. "Mr. Kendrick sent
'em to you. I left yours on your bed, Rob.
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