the bunch she tossed it to Phil, who
caught it, kissed it, and put it in his buttonhole. Farnsworth looked
round just in time to see the act, and smiled at her.

"Didn't mean anything," said Patty, perversely, and then, pulling out
half a dozen more sprays, she threw them indiscriminately around, to
Cameron, and several of the other ushers who were grouped about.
Farnsworth made a slight effort to catch one, but he didn't really try,
and the flower fell to the floor just beyond his reach. He shrugged
his shoulders slightly, but made no move to pick it up.

Just then Sam Blaney came along, and Patty offered him a flower, and
herself adjusted it in his buttonhole.

"I'm crazy to talk to you," he said, "but I didn't belong at your
supper table. Can't we go somewhere and have a bit of a chat?"

"Yes," agreed Patty, "only not too far away from the bride's crowd.
Mona will be going away soon, and I must see her go, of course. Didn't
she look beautiful?"

"Not in comparison with somebody else I know."

"I'm a mind reader, Mr. Blaney, and I perceive you mean me. But you're
mistaken. I'm pretty, in a doll-faced way, but Mona is really
beautiful."

"You know where beauty is, Miss Fairfield. In the eye of the beholder."

"Let me see. Yes," after she had looked straight into Blaney's eyes,
"yes, you have beauty in your eyes."

"The reflection of your face," he replied, serenely. "You are a
flower-face; I never saw any one who so well merited the term. I must
write a sonnet to Flower Face."

"It can't be any better poetry than the verses you wrote to me at
Lakewood. They are exquisite. Mayn't I show them?"

"Please not. I fancied you would like to keep them just for yourself.
Stay, I have a better name for you. Flower Soul, that's what you are.
That shall be the theme of my sonnet. I think your soul is made of
white lilac."

"Why do you people always talk about souls?" asked Patty, gaily. "You
don't mean souls really, you know; you mean--well, what do you mean?"

"No, we don't mean souls in the theological sense, we mean the higher
understanding and finer sensations."

"Oh," said Patty, not much enlightened.

"And you are coming to see us soon, aren't you? Alla said you promised
her you would."

"Yes, I did. And I will come. Do you have regular meetings, like a
club,--or what?"

"Yes, like a club, but not on set dates. I'll let you know when the
next one--or, stay, I know now. There will b