"Not right!"
"No, indeed."
"Well, I suppose it is not, and I have been treating her very badly.
Suppose I take your wreath of yellow primroses and carry them to her."
"Oh, yes—if you want to," said Redbud, looking regretfully at the wreath, which she had taken from her brow.
Fanny laughed.
"No, I will not," she said; "I have a good reason."
"What?"
"The axiom in heraldry."
"What axiom?"
"Never put color upon color—yellow upon yellow in this instance!"