"Aunt Agatha is fond of roses, too!" said Lisbeth at last very
gravely. "Poor, dear Aunt, I wonder what she would say if she could
see us now?"
"Such things are better left to the imagination," I answered!"
"I ought to write and tell her," murmured Lisbeth.
"But you won't do that, of course?"
"No, I won't do that if - "
"Well?"
"If you will give me - them,"
"One," I demurred.
"Both!"
0n one condition then-just once, Lisbeth?"
Her lips were very near, her lashes drooped, and for one delicious
moment she hesitated. Then I felt a little tug at my coat pocket
and springing to he feet she was away with "them" clutched in her
hand.
"Trickery!" I cried, and started in pursuit.
There is a path through the woods leading to the Shrubbery at Pane
Court!" Down this she fled, and her laughter came to me on the wind.
I was close upon her when she reached the gate, and darting through,
turned, flushed but triumphant.
"I've won!" she mocked, nodding her head at me.
"Who can cope with the duplicity of a woman?" I retorted! "But,
Lisbeth, you will give me one - just one?"
"It would spoil the pair.
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