her that his smile, which she had always objected to, had grown positively glittering in its intensity. Uncle Dan, for his part, thought the young man seemed amusing, but he wished he had not happened to be old Stephen Kenwick's grandson.
"Then we may have you?" Geoffry was asking.
"I thought it was the poppies you wanted," said May, suspiciously.
"It is! it is!" cried Kenwick with fervor.
"But you make such a pretty setting," Daymond explained; "your dress, you know, and the general color-scheme."
"What fun to be a color-scheme," cried May. "Uncle Dan, do you think I might be a color-scheme?"
"I don't know that you can help it," was Uncle Dan's rejoinder, intended to express a proper resignation, but betraying, quite unconsciously, an appreciation of more than the pale blue gown as a background.
