"But I do; I will show you when we come again."
There was no answer, and the young woman began to realize this was not a case for cajolery, but for open candid speech.
"You must think me very, very—" she could not bring herself to say "flippant" no matter what self-accusation said. "You know I was only jesting, and we have thoroughly enjoyed our visit. I want to come again if you wish us," plainly throwing herself on his mercy and bidding for kind speech.
"If I wish you—" began the young man hurriedly.
"We will come and show you about the flowers in the spring," briskly.
"The spring!"
"Frances," called her father.
"You are not angry?" she questioned quickly and softly, as they went down the steps.
"No!" was all he said, yet Frances was quite satisfied with his friendliness as he put them in the trap and tucked the robes about them.