"That is what I call a bouquet," said Fleda, fain to leave the table too and draw near the tempting shew in Florence's hand.
"This is the handsomest you have had all winter, Florence," said Edith.
"Handsomest!--I never saw anything like it. I shall wear some of these to-night, mamma."
"You are in a great hurry to appropriate it," said Constance,--"how do you know but it is mine?"
"Which of us is it for, Joe?"
"Say it is mine, Joe, and I will vote you--the best article of your kind!" said Constance, with an inexpressible glance at Fleda.
"Who brought it, Joe?" said Mrs. Evelyn.
"Yes, Joe, who brought it? where did it come from, Joe?"
Joe had hardly a chance to answer.
"I really couldn't say, Miss Florence,--the man wasn't known to me."