"I don't believe I will, if you don't mind." But Mrs.Dale was not satisfied.

"Oh, yes, you'd better go.

You've neglected the flowers dreadfully, I don't know how long it is since your father has had any fresh roses in the library." "I'll get the garden scissors," Gifford pleaded; "it won't take long just to cut some roses." "Well," Lois said languidly.
Gifford went through the wide cool hall for the shears and the basket of scented grass for the posies; he knew the rectory as well as his own home.

Mrs.Dale had followed him, and in the shadowy back hall she gave him a significant look.
"That's right, cheer her up.

Of course she feels their going very much.
I must say, it does not show much consideration on the part of the young man to leave her at such a time,--I don't care what the business is that calls him away! Still, I can't say that I'm surprised.