“Ask away—I can give you advice to burn—it’s about all I’m good for these days.”
“It’s about the May baskets. Do you think it would be all right to hang one for Carol?”
“Why sure, dear. Anybody would like one of your lovely baskets with these dear flowers.”
“But—I——”
“Yes?”
“Johnny Carter gave me all his flowers and I thought maybe I ought to hang one for him.”
“Well, you have plenty of flowers for two.”
“Ye—es.”
“Well?”
“I thought maybe it wasn’t nice—to have two.”