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"I always think of them as pretty, modest maids after that, and
can't bear to throw them away, even when faded."
Christie hoped he did not think her sentimental, and changed the
conversation by pointing to her work, and saying, in a business-like
way:
"Will these do? I have varied the posies as much as possible, so
that they may suit all sorts of tastes and whirns. I never went to a
'German' myself; but I have looked on, and remember hearing the
young people say the little bouquets didn't mean any thing, so I
tried to make these expressive."
"Well, I should think you had succeeded excellently, and it is a
very pretty fancy. Tell me what some of them mean: will you?"
"You should know better than I, being a florist," said Christie,
glad to see he approved of her work.
"I can grow the flowers, but not read them," and David looked rather
depressed by his own ignorance of those delicate matters.
Still with the business-like air, Christie held up one after another
of the little knots, saying soberly, though her eyes smiled:
"This white one might be given to a newly engaged girl, as
suggestive of the coming bridal. That half-blown bud would say a
great deal from a lover to his idol; and this heliotrope be most
encouraging to a timid swain.
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