"Yes."
"Oho! So that's where they came from. I did Dame Double an injustice. I thought it was a best boy." Cynthia gurgled.
"You saw them?"
"I went to tea with her—it must have been that day—the eighth?"
Louise nodded.
"A party! Agatha is a coon. There was only Daffy there! I wonder she didn't ask you."
Louise said nothing. Her face was expressionless.
"Mean old thing!" Cynthia grew indignant as the situation dawned on her.
"She can't ask every one. There was no reason whatever to ask me." But Louise's voice had a suspicious quiver in it, which Cynthia, with unusual tact, ignored.
"Well—about the roses? They were beauties, kid!"