Part 3 (2/2)

_The Lady:_ ”Send me Bride roses, then. I don't care! I will not be frightened out of them! It is too foolish.”

_The Florist:_ ”All rhighdt. How many you think you want?”

_The Lady:_ ”Send all you like! Ma.s.ses of them! Heaps!”

_The Florist:_ ”All rhighdt. And the chasmin?”

_The Lady:_ ”No; I don't want it now.”

_The Florist:_ ”You want the smilax with them, then, I subbose?”

_The Lady:_ ”No, I don't want any smilax with them, either. Nothing but those white Bride roses!” She turns and goes to the door; she calls back, ”Nothing but the roses, remember!”

_The Florist:_ ”All rhighdt. I don't forget. No chasmin; no smilax; no kindt of wine. Only Pridte rhoces.”

_The Lady:_ ”Only roses.”

_The Florist_, alone, thoughtfully turning over the papers on his counter: ”That is sdrainche that I mage that mistake about the attress!

I can't find the oder one anwhere; and if I lost it, what am I coing to do with the rhoces the other lady ortert?” He steps back and looks at his feet, and then stoops and picks up a paper, which he examines. ”Ach!

here it iss! Zlipped down behindt. Now I don't want to get it mixed with that oder any more.” He puts it down at the left, and takes up the address for the young man's roses on the right; he stares at the two addresses in a stupefaction. ”That is very sdrainche too. Well!” He drops the papers with a shrug, and goes on arranging the flowers.

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