He laughed a triumphant laugh. "I take all I can get. Give me a rose, Eve."
She yielded to his masterfulness. Out of the mass of bloom she chose a pink bud. "I shall give a red one to Dicky, so don't feel puffed up."
"I told you I should take what I could get, and Brooks isn't thinking of roses. Look at his face."
"I am sorry to be so late, Eve," Richard said, as he came up. "I am always apologizing, it seems to me."
"Little Boy Blue——! Dicky, what's the matter?"
"I want to go home." He tried to speak lightly—to follow her mood.
"Home—to Crossroads?"
"Yes."
"But why?"
"There's typhoid, and they don't know how to cope with it."