The Lady: "Well, it is too dreadful. I am not going to have roses, whatever I have." After a thoughtful pause, and a more careful look around the shop: "Mr. Eichenlaub, why wouldn't orchids do?"
The Florist: "Well, they would be bretty dtear. You couldn't make any show at all for less than fifteen tollars."
The Lady, with a slight sigh: "No, orchids wouldn't do. They are fantastic things, anyway, and they are not very effective, as you say. Pinks, anemones, marguerites, narcissus—there doesn't seem to be any great variety, does there?"
The Florist, patiently: "There will be more, lader on."
The Lady: "Yes, there will be more sun, later on. But now, Mr. Eichenlaub, what do you think of plants in pots, set around?"
The Florist: "Balmss?"
The Lady, vaguely: "Yes, palms."
The Florist: "Balmss would to. But there would not be very much golor."
The Lady: "That is true; there would be no color at all, and my rooms certainly need all the color I can get into them. Yes, I shall have to have roses, after all. But not white ones!"
The Florist: "Chacks?"