“Hereareyourflowers。Iarrangedthemmyself，rememberingthatyoudidn’tlikewhatHannahcallsa`sot-bookay’，saidLaurie，handingheradelicatenosegay，inaholderthatshehadlongcovetedasshedailypasseditinCardiglia’swindow。
“Howkindyouare!“sheexclaimedgratefully。“IfI’dknownyouwerecomingI’dhavehadsomethingreadyforyoutoday，thoughnotasprettyasthis，I’mafraid。“
“Thankyou。Itisn’twhatitshouldbe，butyouhaveimprovedit，“
headded，asshesnappedthesilverbraceletonherwrist。
“Pleasedon’t。“