"How about this?" said Julian. He touched the black-edged card.
Herman Medfield's face flushed—almost guiltily. "Flowers," he said.
"I say!" The boy whistled softly. Then he laughed. "I say!" He put down the card and looked at it.
"Three boxes!" acknowledged Medfield.
The boy held out his hand. "Would you mind shaking hands, sir?"
Herman Medfield took the hand, laughing a little, and his eyes filled with quiet pride and happiness. "I am glad you've come home, Julian."
"Looks to me about time!" said the youth. He glanced again at the card and chuckled.
Then he stood up.
It was Miss Canfield for the tray.