"One?" Ted pricked up his ears. "What's that? I'll bet she isn't really afraid of it—just shamming. She does that sometimes. What is it? Tell me, and I'll tell you if she's shamming."
"I'd give a good deal to know, but I'm afraid I can't tell you what it is."
"Why not? If she isn't really afraid of it she won't mind my knowing.
And if she is maybe I can laugh her out of it, the way Steve does Rosy."
"I don't believe you're competent to treat the case, Ted. It's not a thing to be laughed out of, you see. The thing for you to remember is which bunch of trilliums you are to give Mrs. Stephen Gray from me."
"This one." Ted waved his left arm.
"Not a bit of it. The left one is yours."
"No, because mine was a little the biggest, and you see this right one is."
"You are mistaken," Richard assured him positively. "You give Mrs.
Stephen the right one, and I'll take the consequences."
"Did yours have a red one in?"
"Has that right one?"