"Roses?" says he husky, starin' stupid at the bunch.
Then he turns his head a bit, and his eyes light on me, strugglin' to slip behind a tall female party who's bein' helped into her silk wrap. I must have looked guilty or something; for he shoots me a crisp, knowin' glance.
"Oh, yes—the—the roses," I hears him go on. "It was silly of me, wasn't it? I—I'll explain some time, if I may."
"Oh!" says she. "Of course you may, if they really need explaining."
Which was the last we heard, as Vee had found an openin' into the corridor and was dashin' out panicky. You can bet I follows!
"Did—did you ever?" pants Vee as we gets out to the carriage entrance. "Now we have done it, haven't we?"
"And I'm caught with the goods on, I guess," says I.
"Just fancy!" says she. "Mr. Robert was there all the time. I wonder what he will——"
"Pardon me, you pair of mischief makers," says a voice behind, "but I haven't quite decided."
It's Mr. Robert!