Chapter 37

In spite of this triumphant assertion Sally looked undisturbed. She went on arranging her flowers, placing yellows and blues and oranges together in a great blue bowl, making the gay heads stand well apart upon their long stems. She set the bowl upon the old chimney-piece and stood off surveying it. "All of the same class," she murmured. "And yet all of different classes. How well they go together! The yellows set off the blues. They may even be guilty of calling them 'darling.' I could myself, they're so lovely. I…