“All right, mother. Thank you. I’m all dressed, so I’ll be ready to come down soon.”
“Bless the gal, she’s never had her things off! And, dearie me, here’s the flower outside the window, sure enough! Well, and did you see who put it there?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Who was it then?”
“It was Adam.”
“Was it now? Well, I shouldn’t have thought that he had it in him. Then Adam it’s to be. Well, he’s steady, and that’s better than being clever, yea, seven-and-seventy fold. Did he come across the yard?”
“No, along by the wall.”
“How did you see him then?”
“I didn’t see him.”
“Then how can you tell?”