"Ain't dey pretty?" he said. "Seems like as if de spring was
really here."

"Don't it?" Evelina exclaimed, thrilled by the coincidence of
their thought. "It's just what I was saying to my sister."

Ann Eliza got up suddenly and moved away; she remembered that
she had not wound the clock the day before. Evelina was sitting at
the table; the jonquils rose slenderly between herself and Mr.
Ramy.

"Oh," she murmured with vague eyes, "how I'd love to get away
somewheres into the country this very minute--somewheres where it
was green and quiet. Seems as if I couldn't stand the city another
day." But Ann Eliza noticed that she was looking at Mr. Ramy, and
not at the flowers.

"I guess we might go to Cendral Park some Sunday," their
visitor suggested. "Do you ever go there, Miss Evelina?"

"No, we don't very often; leastways we ain't been for a good
while." She sparkled at the prospect. "It would be lovely,
wouldn't it, Ann Eliza?"

"Why, yes," said the elder sister, coming back to her seat.

"Well, why don't we go next Sunday?" Mr. Ramy continued. "And
we'll invite Miss Mellins too--that'll make a gosy little party."