"Will you pin it on for me, Charmion ?" "I don't know what call you got to speak to me out of my name," she responded, looking at the floor moodily.
"Why ?" he asked, surprised.
"I don't see why you want to make fun of me." "I beg your pardon, Cynthia," he said gravely.

"I didn't mean to do that.

I haven't been considerate.

I didn't think you'd be displeased.
I'm very sorry.

Won't you pin it on my coat ?" Her face was lifted in grateful pleasure, and she began to pin the rose to his lapel.