"No, I can't say I ever did." A faint trace of amusement stole around the corners of the white lips.
"Well, here's one. Oh, I forgot! You de-spise them!" She had half lifted a gorgeous yellow blossom from the hidden box, but at second thought dropped it back in the loose earth.
"Let me see it!" The Lilac Lady extended one blue-veined hand with the imperious gesture which Peace had learned to know and obey. Silently she thrust the moist plant into the outstretched fingers, and gravely watched while the keen blue eyes studied the golden petals which, as Peace had declared, seemed fairly teeming with sunshine and laughter. "It does—look rather—cheerful," she conceded at length.
"That is just what I thought. I named it Hope."
"Hope! The name is appropriate."
"Yes, it is very 'propriate. Hope is always so sunshiny and smily—"
"Oh, you named it for your sister."
"Who did you think it was named for?"
"I didn't understand. Is it a habit of yours to name all your flowers?"
"N-o, not all. But we gener'ly name our pansies, Allee and me. See, this beautiful white one with just a tiny speck of yellow in the middle I called my Lilac Lady."