“Which is your favourite?”
“Red roses,” she replied. “Moonbeam likes white ones, and chrysanthemums.”
“You have not been to see her yet?”
“No. But I’m going when the work is done.”
So we gathered red roses and white, and lily of the valley, and chrysanthemums, and green foliage, and carried them back to the house.
We arranged the flowers between us, she and I, and were so absorbed that neither of us spoke.
After a while we were joined by Virginius.
“What kind of fruit are we going to have for dinner, Sunbeam?” he asked.
“Gooseberries,” she answered, and laughed. “You had better come to help us to gather them, and then we shall be sooner done.”
“If it is to be gooseberries,” he went on, “we will come out to gather and eat them. Strawberries are best on a plate with cream, but gooseberries are best when picked from a tree.”