"Well," said Janet doubtfully, "I will try this once."
"Thank you. It is a bargain." Mr. Evans held out his hand.
"There are lots of violets over there, I see them," said Janet irrelevantly as she drew her hand from the young man's firm clasp. "Let us go get some."
"Such a starved bank of moss
Till, that May morn,
Blue ran the flash across;
Violets were born!"
Quoted Mr. Evans.
Janet looked at him with a little surprise. "Isn't a man who gets enthusiastic over chemistry and who likes poetry something of an anomaly?" she said. "How came you to like Browning?"
"How came you?"
"Naturally, I think."
"By the same token I came by my liking for his writings."
"I have just become the proud possessor of an entire set," Janet told him. "I bought it from a friend, the most interesting girl in college, I think, and the most beautiful. You must have seen Mary Perkins, Polly Perkins, as we call her."