"It's the twentieth he's coming on, is it not?"
"Yes," said Maggie.
"I wonder what train he'll come by?"
"I don't know," said Maggie.
A few days before Laurie's arrival she went to the greenhouse to see the chrysanthemums. There was an excellent show of them.
"Mrs. Baxter doesn't like them hairy ones," said the gardener.
"Oh! I had forgotten. Well, Ferris, on the nineteenth I shall want a big bunch of them. You'd better take those—those hairy ones. And some maidenhair. Is there plenty?"
"Yes, miss."
"Can you make a wreath, Ferris?"