Then with a glance toward the great cluster of wild roses in her arms, "I don't know what to do with these things now." "Why ?" Barry's embarrassment was as great as hers.

"If--if it'll do any good, I'll climb back into bed again." "No--don't.

Only I thought you were really, terribly ill and--" "I am--I was--I will be.

That is--gosh, it's a shame for you to go out and pick all those and then have me sitting up here as strong as an ox.
I--" "Oh, don't worry about that." She smiled at him with that sweetness which only a woman can know when she has the advantage.

"I didn't pick them.