“Oh, Wynnette, those flowers will cost from thirty to fifty dollars. You know what awful prices mamma had to pay for decorating her rooms every time she had a party.”
“Well, what then?” inquired the thoughtless one.
“Why, those poor fellows will have to pay for them, and I don’t believe they have five dollars apiece.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Wynnette. “What a scatter-brain I am!”
And she ran out without bonnet or shawl, and was so fortunate as to catch the three young men, who had stopped at the gate to buy a paper from a newsboy.
“Say!” called Wynnette. “Come here, you Roland!”
And he came.
“I forgot to tell you. Have those flowers charged to my father. Mr. Abel Force, you know. They will understand. They have all supplied mamma for all her parties. You understand?”
“Yes, I understand. All right,” said Roland.
And Wynnette ran into the house, and Roland walked on and joined his companions.