"Dear me, I had no idea you were so rich! Are you going to spend all that?"
"I don't think that is too much to spend on your mother," she replied with emphasis.
"Certainly not, I wasn't objecting in the least."
"No, it wouldn't do any good," she asserted with dignity.
Mark laughed, and inquired what flowers she liked best herself.
"Great big red roses," was the prompt answer.
"Commend me to a princess for extravagant tastes!" Mark exclaimed, laughing.
The greenhouse was an enchanting place, and after the violets were ordered Frances wandered up and down the fragrant aisles, quite unwilling to leave. Mark at length grew impatient. "I am afraid it is going to storm; we must go," he said.
Sure enough, before they had gone two blocks it began to rain. Mark glanced uneasily at the clouds and then at his companion. Neither of them had thought of bringing an umbrella.
"We can take the car at the next corner unless it begins to pour; in that case we shall have to go in somewhere," he said, taking her hand.