"But did he say it was for Florence or for me?"
"No ma'am--he"--
"Which did he say it was for?"
"He didn't say it was either for Miss Florence or for you, Miss Constance; he--"
"But didn't he say who sent it?"
"No ma'am. It's"--
"Mamma here is a white moss that is beyond everything! with two of the most lovely buds--Oh!" said Constance clasping her hands and whirling about the room in comic ecstasy--"I sha'n't survive if I cannot find out where it is from!--"
"How delicious the scent of these tea-roses is!" said Fleda. "You ought not to mind the snow storm to-day after this, Florence. I should think you would be perfectly happy."
"I shall be, if I can contrive to keep them fresh to wear to-night. Mamma how sweetly they would dress me."
"They're a great deal too good to be wasted so," said Mrs. Evelyn; "I sha'n't let you do it."