I picked yours; at least I
think I did. He was awfully particular that his went to Rosy, but we got
sort of mixed up about which picked which, so I can't be sure. I don't
see any use of making such a fuss about a lot of trilliums, anyhow."
Roberta and Rosamond looked at each other. "I think you are decidedly
mixed, Ted," said Rosamond. "It was Rob Mr. Kendrick meant to send his
to."
Ted shook his head positively. "No, it wasn't. He said something about
you that I told him I was going to tell Steve, only--I don't know as I
can remember it. Something about his admiring you a whole lot."
"Delightful! And he didn't say anything about Rob?"
"Not very much. Said she was afraid of something. I said she wasn't
afraid of anything, and he said she was--of one thing. I tried to make
him say what it was, because I knew he was all off about that, but he
wouldn't tell."
"Evidently you and Mr. Kendrick talked a good deal of nonsense," was
Roberta's comment, on her way from the room.
She found the mass of green and white upon her bed and stood
contemplating it for a moment. The one deep red trillium glowed richly
against its snowy brethren, and she picked it out and examined it
thoughtfully, as if she expected it to tell her whereof Richard Kendrick
thought she was afraid.
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