"And did you go to Barton?" she asked.
"No; we had tea in Clifton."
"Did you! That would be nice."
"It was! The jolliest old woman! She gave us several pom-pom dahlias, as pretty as you like."
Miriam bowed her head and brooded. He was quite unconscious of concealing anything from her.
"What made her give them you?" she asked.
He laughed.
"Because she liked us—because we were jolly, I should think."
Miriam put her finger in her mouth.
"Were you late home?" she asked.