She like to see you, I think." Peter left her and made for the house.

On his way he thought of something, and took a turning which led to the market-place of flowers.
There, at a stall, he bought a big bunch of roses and some sprays of asparagus fern, and set off again.

Arriving, he found the door shut.

It was a dilemma, for he did not even know the girl's name, but he knocked.
A grim-faced woman opened the door and stared at him and his flowers.

"I think there is a girl sick here," said Peter.