yet; I was just driving up from the ship, and I saw the flowers in the window, and--stopped. Good-by!"
The Lady: "Good-by! What devotion to somebody--everybody! Don't forget my Saturday!"
The Young Man: "No, no; I won't. Good-by!" He hurries out of the door, and his carriage is heard driving away.
The Florist: "I wondter if he but the attress on the cart? No; there is noding!" He turns the card helplessly over. "What am I coing to do about these flowers?"
The Lady: "Why, didn't he say where to send them?"
The Florist: "No, he rhon away and dtidn't leaf the attress."
The Lady: "That was my fault! I confused him, poor fellow, by talking to him. What are you going to do?"
The Florist: "That is what I lige to know! Do you know what hotel he stobs at?"
The Lady: "No; he didn't say. I have no idea where he is going. But wait a moment! I think I know where he meant to send the flow