Just leave them on the steps." She gave him a wan little smile, and went into the house.

Gifford stood in the sunshine, with the roses and the white phlox, and looked after her retreating figure.

But in spite of his heartache, he would not leave the flowers to die, so he went hunting about for something to put them in, and finding the India china punch-bowl, with its soft blues and greens of enamel, and twists of roses and butterflies over groups of tiny mandarins, he brought it out, and laid his flowers in it, a little clumsily, perhaps, and heedless that some of the stems stuck out; but as he forgot the water, this did not so much matter.

Then he carried it into the hall, and put it down on the table under the square window, and plodded home alone.
The noon sunshine poured hot and bright through the little panes of glass, and when Lois, later in the day, found the withered, drooping roses and the hanging heads of the white phlox, she felt they were only in keeping with all the rest of life.
Even the sparkling day had darkened, and Dr.Howe's prophecy of rain had been fulfilled..