sister.' Then, to make matters clearer, he added: 'and you shall have a
room papered with buttercups and daisies for your very own.'

'Eh! how grand!'

'You'll like that?' His voice was wistful in its eagerness for a
denial.

'Ah! I shall like it right well.'

Edward made no reply. He was never any good at putting in a word for
himself. He was usually left out of things, and stood contentedly in
the background while inferior men pushed in front of him.

'And now,' he said, 'I'll give you a token till I can get you a ring.'
He picked a spray of the faint pink and blue flowers.

'What's its name?' he asked.

'Virgin's pride.'

Edward gave her a quick look. Then he realized that she was as innocent
as her little fox, and as free from artifice. That was its name, so she
told it to him.

'A very pretty little flower, and a very sweet name,' he said, 'And
now, where's your father?'

'Guzzling his supper.'