“Oh, Martin!” she greeted him cordially. “So you got here, after all. I’m so glad!”
“So am I. I wouldn’t have missed that oration for a great deal. I could smell the arbutus--say, it was great, Amanda!”
At that moment Lyman Mertzheimer joined them.
“Congratulations, Amanda,” he said in his affected manner. As the good-looking son of a wealthy man he credited himself with the possession of permissible pride. “Congratulations,” he repeated, ignoring the smaller man who stood by the side of the girl. “Your oration was beautifully rendered. You were very eloquent, but if you will pardon me, I’d like to remind you of one flower you forgot to mention--a very important flower of the Garden Spot.”
“I did?” she said as though it were a negligible matter. “What was the flower I forgot?”
“Amanda Reist,” he said, and laughed at his supposed cleverness.
“Oh,” she replied, vexed at his words and his bold attitude, “I left that out purposely along with some of the weeds of the Garden Spot I might have mentioned.”
“Meaning me?” He lifted his eyebrows in question. “You don’t really mean that, Amanda.” He spoke in winning voice. “I know you don’t mean that so I won’t quarrel with you.”
“Well, I guess you better not!” spoke up Millie who had listened to all that was said. “You don’t have to get our Amanda cross on this here day. She done fine in that speech and we’re proud of her and don’t want you nor no one else to go spoil it by any fuss.”
“I see you have more than one champion, Amanda. I’ll have to be very careful how I speak to you.” He laughed but a glare of anger shone in his eyes.