Indiana flitted about selecting flowers.
"Would you like them sent?" inquired the salesman.
"No," said Indiana, "we'll take them right along."
"Why," exclaimed Stillwater as they were leaving the store, "I was just about forgetting you were all going to the opera to-night. Now, what flowers do you want to wear, Indiana?"
"Well, my dress is white. Hyacinths, white hyacinths. Corsage bouquet, Miss Stillwater."
"And ma, she likes the sweet-smelling ones."
"Well, violets for ma. Violets, Mrs. Stillwater."
"Shall we say violets for Grandma Chazy?"
"I think Grandma Chazy would like something brighter," said Indiana.
"Carnations?" suggested the salesman.