"I know who sent them!"
"You don't know this one—it's a Mrs. Pelton."
He stared at her. "The one I sent them to—the one you took them to?"
She nodded. "She's sent 'em back."
"Didn't she like them?" His tone was hurt—almost stiff.
"Oh, she liked 'em. She said they made her 'most too happy." Aunt Jane was arranging the flowers and smiling at them. "She only sent part of them you see. She's divided with you."
"I see!" He looked at the flowers vaguely.
"She didn't know it was you that sent them," said Aunt Jane. She stood off to get the effect.
"Who did she think sent them?" he demanded.