Madame Francesca, reading her
thought, drew the girl's tall head down and kissed her. "What a clover
blossom you are," she said, "all in freshest white, with pink cheeks and
sunshiny curls!"
Thus fortified, Juliet did not mind Isabel's instinctive careful
appraisement of her gown, and she missed, happily, the evident
admiration with which Romeo's eyes followed Isabel's every movement.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Allison was asking Rose, "so I could have
ransacked the town for golden roses?"
"I've repeatedly done it myself," laughed Rose, "without success. I
usually save my yellow gowns for June when all the yellow rose bushes in
the garden may lavish their wealth upon me."
"Happy rose," Allison returned, lightly, "to die in so glorious a
cause."
The twins were almost at the point of starvation when dinner was
announced, though they had partaken liberally of bread and butter and
jam just before leaving home. Romeo had complained a little but had not
been sufficiently Spartan to refuse the offered refreshment.
"I don't see why you want to feed me now and spoil my dinner," he
grumbled, as he reached out for a second slice.
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