"I'll remember," said Ben hoarsely.
"So will I," said David.
"And I will," said Joel, looking everywhere but into Polly's eyes.
"Well, I hope, Miss Polly," said young Mr. Bayley, sauntering up, "that you'll have an uncommonly nice time, I do indeed. I may run across in September; if I do, we shall probably meet."
"Miss Mary Pepper?" suddenly asked a man with a huge basket of flowers, and pausing in front of her.
Young Mr. Bayley smiled indulgently as he could not help reading the card thrust into the flowers. "She will receive my flowers at intervals all the way over, if the steward doesn't fail me," he reflected with satisfaction, "while this boy's will fade in an hour."
"Miss Mary Pepper?" the florist's messenger repeated, extending the basket to Polly.
"It's for you, Miss Polly," said young Mr. Bayley. "Let me relieve you," taking the basket.
"Oh! are they for me?" cried Polly.
"I believe you are Miss Mary Pepper," said young Bayley. "Pretty, aren't they?" fingering the roses, and glad to think that there were orchids among the flowers to which his card was attached, and just placed under the steward's care.