'Ah!' said Tommy, pointing at her flowers and shaking his head.
'Well, you've got some too.'
'I was going to leave them for you—just in acknowledgment of the lobsters. What have you bought those for?'
'They're for her,' said Peggy. 'I shall like to have yours for myself.'
'Nobody ever needed them less, but I'll bring them round,' said he.
They walked together to her door. Then Tommy said:—
'Well, you can tell me?'
'I can tell you part of it—not all,' said Peggy.
'Who is she, then?'
'Nobody else is to know.' She whispered to him: 'Trix Trevalla!'