What if I did? They're exactly the same size." Ted held up the two
nosegays side by side as the car sped on toward home.

"I know, but it's of the greatest importance that you keep them
straight. That left-hand one is yours; be sure and remember that."

Ted looked piercingly at his friend, but Richard's face was perfectly
grave.

"Must be you don't like Rob, if you're so afraid your flowers will get
to her," he reflected. "Or else you think so much of Rosy you can't bear
to let anybody else have the flowers you picked for her. I'll have to
tell Steve that."

"Do, by all means. Mere words could never express my admiration for Mrs.
Stephen."

"She is pretty nice," agreed Ted. "I like her myself. But she isn't in
it with Rob. Why, Rosy's afraid of lots of things, regularly afraid, you
know, so Steve has to laugh her out of them. But Rob--she isn't afraid
of a thing in the world."

"Except one."

"One?" Ted pricked up his ears. "What's that? I'll bet she isn't really
afraid of it--just shamming. She does that sometimes. What is it? Tell
me, and I'll tell you if she's shamming."

"I'd give a good deal to know, but I'm afraid I can't tell you what it
is."

"Why not? If she isn't really afraid of it she won't mind my knowing.
And if she is maybe I can laugh her out of it, the way Steve does Rosy."

"I don't believe you're competent to treat the case, Ted. It's not a
thing to be laughed out of, you see. The thing for you to remember is
which bunch of trilliums you are to give Mrs. Stephen Gray from me."

"This one." Ted waved his left arm.

"Not a bit of it. The left one is yours."

"No, because mine was a little the biggest, and you see this right one
is."

"You are mistaken," Richard assured him positively. "You give Mrs.
Stephen the right one, and I'll take the consequences."

"Did yours have a red one in?"

"Has that right one?"

"No, the left one has. I remember seeing you pick it."

"But afterward I threw it out. You picked one and left it in. The right
is mine."

"You've got me all mixed up," vowed Ted discontentedly, at which his
companion laughed, delight in his eye. The left-hand bunch was
unquestionably his own, but if he could only convince Ted of the
contrary he should at least have the satisfaction of knowing that the
flowers he had plucked had reached his lady, though they would have no
significance to her. When the lad jumped out of the car at his own rear
gate he had agreed that the bu