"No!"
"Is it for me?"
"If—if you like—you can have it!"
"Oh, yes, please, Tommy."
He held it out to her, a lovely deep red rose with a spray of maiden hair.
"I'll pin it in front of my dress, Tommy, and I'll look so nice, won't I? Janie and Benny Jones are comin' to look at us when we're dressed."
"Sheila Pat! Sheila Pat!"
She slipped away from him.
Presently she reappeared in the Stronghold.
"Tommy, don't you think—with my button-hole and all—I might be seven?"