“She said she had just heard that you were here, and so came down last night that you might have them early this morning.”
Nothing could have taken Doodles’s mind so completely from the ordeal ahead as the beautiful flowers and the thought of Miss Fleming’s coming to Fair Harbor, at that hour, expressly to give him pleasure.
Polly ran in to bring a bright good-morning, and was given a bunch of the long-stemmed beauties.
“Are there any other children here?” Doodles asked, just as she was going.
“Yes, nine; three girls and six boys. One of the girls has her operation at ten.”
“This morning?”
“Yes.”
“Oh! please will you carry her some of my roses?”
Polly hesitated. “You won’t have many left, if you keep giving them away,” she demurred. “She can have some of mine.”
“No, no! Take these! I’ll have enough.”