He asked me if I would go with him for a drive and I told him that I would.

I am rather stunned yet over what happened.

The runabout he led me to was greatly like yours, and, Linda, he stopped at a florist's and came out with an armload of bloom--exquisite lavender and pale pink and faint yellow and waxen white--the most enticing armload of spring.

For one minute I truly experienced a thrill.

I thought he was going to give that mass of flowers to me, but he did not.