"Why, as soon as Alix knows how miserable you are about parting
with that geranium, she'll send it back to you,--and you'll be two
dollars ahead. Don't be silly."
Repairing at once to the house on the knoll, Courtney took counsel
with Mrs. Strong. The housekeeper could hardly believe her eyes
when she saw the geranium.
"Well, all I've got to say is that you must have stolen it," she
exclaimed. "There couldn't be any other way to get one of those
plants away from Alaska Spigg."
"Be that as it may," said he airily, "what we've got to decide
now, Mrs. Strong, is just where to put it. I want to surprise Miss
Crown when she returns from town."
"She'll be surprised all right when she finds out you got one
of Alaska Spigg's pet geraniums. I remember Alaska saying not so
long ago that she wouldn't sell one of those plants for a million
dollars. Now let me see. It ought to go where it will get as much
sun as possible. That would be in the dining-room. I guess we'd
better--"
"I really think it would look better right here in this room, Mrs.
Strong," said he, indicating one of the windows looking out over
the terrace. There was little or no sunlight there, but he did not
mind that. As a matter of fact, he wasn't at all concerned about
the future welfare of the plant. It meant no more to him than the
customary bunch of violets that one sends, "sight unseen," to the
lady of the hour.
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