"Yes," said Indiana. "Pink carnations, Mrs. Chazy Bunker. Send to the Waldorf Hotel for this evening. Don't make any mistake, please!"
"Duplicate the order to-morrow, same time," added Stillwater.
Indiana hummed gaily to herself as they drove off with their flowers.
"She's forgotten all about it now," thought Stillwater, with a satisfied glance at her happy face.
Lord Canning noticed them when they entered the hotel.
He was standing in the lobby through which they passed, lighting a cigar preparatory to going out. He recognized Stillwater immediately, and stared curiously at Indiana.
"I suppose that is the daughter," he thought, "Indiana." He smiled as he puffed his cigar.
CHAPTER II.
Birds of Passage.
"Anything, if it's for your good," said Mrs. Stillwater, when the subject of the sailing trip was broached. "Father, this is the finest mignonette I've ever seen."