“Oh, then, wouldn’t it be a nice idea for each of us to select a few flowers expressing our feelings of love, admiration, and so forth; then, after Grandpa Dinsmore has put the crown on her head, go one at a time, kneel before her on one knee, kiss her hand, and present the little floral offering?”
“Capital!” “Quite a bright thought, Eva!” “Just the thing!” exclaimed several voices, in response to the suggestion.
“Oh, let’s do it!” said Lulu. “I think it would be ever so nice!”
“All in favor say aye,” said Harold.
A chorus of “Ayes,” in response.
“Contrary, no!”
A dead silence.
“The ayes have it,” he announced; “but of course everybody is at liberty to do exactly as he or she pleases.”
“I don’t know anything about the language of flowers,” remarked Grace shyly.
“And my memory needs refreshing on the subject,” Herbert said, smiling pleasantly on the little girl. “So I’ll bring a book from the library that will tell us what we want to know.”