"Here is Maria Czobor's rose," he said. "Will you give me your pink in exchange?"
But she put her hands behind her back, and said coldly:
"How could you have the heart to pick it?"
"I did it for your sake. Will you not exchange?"
"No; I would not for the world wear that flower; I should think I had stolen it from that poor girl."
"Will you really not accept it?"
"No!"
Gyuri threw the rose away, and it rolled down the hillside in the dust and dirt.
Veronica gazed pityingly after the flower as long as it was visible, then turned angrily to Gyuri.
"Is that the way to treat a flower? Had it hurt you in any way?"