“I know you do. No one can help me. I do not need help. I am helped.”
“The air is sweet to-night.”
“And so still! Do you like my pansies?”
“Yes.”
“Will you take them to your mother, and tell her that I will come to-morrow.”
“I will tell her; but I will keep the pansies for myself, if you will give them to me.”
She laid them in his hand with fingers that trembled.
“Do they say something to me?”
“They say a great deal to me!”
“What do they say?”