"It's odd,
but I never have. I suppose the can makes them seem a little
unwieldly. Still----"
"I had thought of forty-graph album." Perry spoke timidly again.
I had no mind to let him venture any more suggestions. His was too
fickle a fancy, and I had settled on an easy solution of the problem.
He was to send her a geranium. Somehow, I knew deep down in my own
heart, ill versed as I was in such things, that I should never send her
such a gift myself. I would climb to the top of Gander Knob for a wild
rose or rhododendron; I would stir the leaves from the gap to the river
in search of a simple spray of arbutus for her. But step before her
with my arms clasping a tin can with a geranium plant r Heaven forbid!
Perry was different. The suggestion pleased him. He was rubbing his
hands and smiling in great contentment.
"I might send a po-em with it," he said. "I've allus found that poetry
kind of catches ahold of a girl when you are away. It keeps you in her
mind. It must be sing-song, though, kind of gettin' into her head like
quinine.
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