She did not wish to come down to dinner.

Of course, I might have told you: 'Ann is here.' To the orderly, West-Pointed mind, the well oiled, gun-constructing mind, I presume that would present itself as the thing to do.

But Ann and I have a sense of the joy of living, a delight in the festive, in the--the bubbling wine of youth, you know.

So we said, 'How beautiful to surprise dear Wayne.' In the morning Ann, refreshed by the long night's sleep, was to go out and gather roses.

Wayne--" "The roses don't bloom until next month," brutally interrupted Wayne.
"Of course, you would think of that! As we had planned it, Wayne, looking from his window was to see the beautiful girl--she is a beautiful girl--gathering dew-laden roses in the garden.