“Roses.”
“What did John say when obliged to leave her for a time?”
“Forget-me-not.”
“That is all. It is a fine game, Will. Where did you find it?”
“Oh, I came across it in a paper, and I know Pen likes that sort of thing, so I cut it out. But I forgot all about it until you two were talking over Covent Garden and the early market.”
“I think I can add one to that list of questions,” and Penelope arose and, drawing me up by the hand, said, “What flower should we put in the candle tray at night?”
“Poppy,” came the quick reply, and Bob quoted,
The Rock-a-bye lady
From Hush-a-bye street,