He waited a minute.
"You can say a man sent them."
"Yes, I can say that—" Aunt Jane's face cleared. "I see how 'tis— You don't want them to know about you—who you are."
"No." He was looking almost embarrassed.
She considered it a minute. "What is your first name?" she asked.
He cleared his throat like a boy. "Herman," he said meekly. "Herman G. Medfield."
Aunt Jane smiled. "I remember about it now—'Herman,'" she said it softly, as if it pleased her. "Herman— That'll do! We don't need the G.—just Herman.... I'll tell them Mr. Herman sent them." She smiled at him cheerfully.
"Very well."
Aunt Jane went over to the window and gathered up the foxgloves—as many as her hands could hold—and turned to the door.
"I'll come back for the rest."