‘Daddie — !’ her eyes smiled laconically — ’isn’t it silly if I give Miss Brangwen some flowers when she comes?’

The sick man looked at the bright, knowing eyes of his child, and his heart burned with love.

‘No, darling, that’s not silly. It’s what they do to queens.’

This was not very reassuring to Winifred. She half suspected that queens in themselves were a silliness. Yet she so wanted her little romantic occasion.

‘Shall I then?’ she asked.

‘Give Miss Brangwen some flowers? Do, Birdie. Tell Wilson I say you are to have what you want.’

The child smiled a