'Will you give me a rose before I go, Stella?'
'Yes—what kind would you like?'
'One of those you're fondest of.'
'Well, those I love the very best are the white fairy roses, and the cruel east wind on the 26th scorched the last of them, buds and all. But I can give you a Gloire de Dijon.'
'And, Stella, would you mind giving me that book with the "Lady of the Lake" in, and——'
'Oh, with great pleasure!'
'And just write my name in it, Stella—and the date—and here's a little parcel. Don't open it till I'm gone. You know you said you liked opening parcels.'
'But, Ted, I should see what it is before I take it.'
'No, you can settle about that when I see you in Melbourne.'
Stella took the little square parcel, and looked at it doubtfully. 'It's not another Kooditcha shoe?'