"Don't gather them all to-night, Mrs. Peaches," said Doctor John
teasingly, as he stooped beside me. "Leave a few for--for the others."
I waked up in a half-second and so did all those prying flowers, I felt
sure.
"I was just gathering them for place bouquets for--for the girls," I
said stupidly as I moved over a little nearer to him. Why it is that the
minute that man comes near me I get warm and comfortable and stupid, and
as young as Billy, and bubbly and sad and happy and cross is more than I
can say, but I do. I never possibly know how to answer any remark that
he may happen to make unless it is something that makes me lose my
temper. His next remark was the usual spark.
"Better give them the run of the garden--alone, Mrs. Molly. No show for
'em unless you do," he said laughingly, "or the buttons' either," he
added under his breath so I could just hear it. I wish Mrs. Johnson
could have heard how soft his voice lingered over that little
half-sentence. She is so experienced she could have told me if it
meant--but of course he isn't like other men!
There are lots of questions I'm going to ask Alfred after I'm married to
him--Mr. Carter didn't know anything about anything and I never cared to
ask him, but I wonder how you know when--
"Oh, you Molly," came a hail in Tom's voice from the gate, just as I was
making up my mind to try and think up something to wither the doctor
with, and he and Ruth Chester came up the front walk to meet us.
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