“Not much damage done as long as the little girl isn’t harmed,” said the driver. “I’ve got some extra pots on the truck and I can easily plant this flower again,” and he picked up the geranium, which was a pink one in full blossom.
“Let me ’mell!” begged Mun Bun who, with Laddie, had now come out in the street to see why his mother and the other little Bunkers were gathered there.
“There isn’t much smell to that geranium,” laughed the driver. “But I have other flowers that do smell.”
“Are all these for us?” asked Mrs. Bunker, as she saw the mass of blossoms inside. “Rose, dear, are you sure you aren’t hurt?”
“Yes, Mother, I’m all right,” was the answer. “But, oh, where did all the pretty flowers come from?”
“They’re from Mr. Joel Todd,” answered the driver.
“Farmer Joel?” asked Mrs. Bunker.
“Yes, some folks call him that,” was the reply, and Mrs. Bunker remembered a rather odd character whom her husband knew. Mr. Bunker had often spoken of “Farmer Joel,” but had said nothing about a load of flowers coming from him.
“Did my husband order these?” asked Mrs. Bunker.
“No, I don’t know that he did, exactly,” the driver answered. “Farmer Joel had more plants than he could use, so he told me to bring these in to you, as I had to come this way anyhow with a load of produce.”