“Peg loves Lafe even if she does bark at him. She won’t mind if I buy him one. I’ll make more money to-morrow.”
She opened the door of the shop and drew her unwieldy burden carefully inside. A girl stood back of the counter.
“How much’re your roses?” asked Jinnie, nodding toward the window and jingling the pennies in her pocket.
“The white ones’re five cents a piece,” said the clerk, “and the red ones’re ten.... Do y’ want one?”
“I’ll take a white one,” replied the purchaser. 92
“Shall I wrap it in paper?” asked the other.
“No, I’ll carry it this way. I’d like to look at it going home.”
The girl passed the rose to Jinnie.
“It smells nice, too,” she commented.
“Yes,” assented Jinnie, delightedly, taking a whiff.