Gertrude.
Shut your eyes now! [Marie _does so, as_ Gertrude _holds bouquet to_
Marie's _face_.] Now what is it?
Marie.
The tulip-tree! the first blossoms from our manzanillo-tree! It
blooms--it blooms!!! [_Burying her face in the flowers_.]
Gertrude.
Are you glad, Marie?
Marie.
Yes, darling, so glad!!! Thank you!
Gertrude.
And do you know who picked them?--George!
Marie.
For me?
Gertrude.
Why, of course, for you!
Marie.
He--did this--for me?
Gertrude.
He would do even more than that for me, I am sure!
Marie.
Oh yes, certainly! But where is he now?
Gertrude.