"I thought it was the same name. The flowers were nice that came with it—roses—red ones."
He was silent.
"I gave Susie Cannon a bunch of them to take home with her. Her folks drink—both of 'em."
He stared at her. Then his face smiled a little. "It's a new cure for the drink habit, isn't it—red roses?" He laughed a little cynically.
Aunt Jane regarded him impartially.
"Your folks didn't ever any of 'em drink, did they?"
"You mean—?" His face was politely puzzled.
"Get drunk, I mean— You don't come of a drinking family, do you?"
"No." His eyes were still a little amused.
"I reckoned not. Steve Cannon does—and his wife drinks. They'd broke Susie's arm between 'em. So she came to us."