A man's voice murmured; Sadie answered, careless, "I'm sure I don't know.Wait.

I'll ask Mrs Sheridan." "What is it, Sadie ?" Laura came into the hall.
"It's the florist, Miss Laura." It was, indeed.

There, just inside the door, stood a wide, shallow tray full of pots of pink lilies.

No other kind.

Nothing but lilies--canna lilies, big pink flowers, wide open, radiant, almost frighteningly alive on bright crimson stems.
"O-oh, Sadie!" said Laura, and the sound was like a little moan.