Excerpts from the Book 'Bride Roses':

... stove. Chon, but on your hat, and dtake this to-Holt on. I forgot to but in the cart. He undoes the paper, and puts in a card lying on the counter ...
... my mind. You let me consult you, and you are not cross when I don't take your advice.. The Florist: You are very goodt, matam.. The Lady: Not ...
... And the flowers, are they just the same for funerals.. The Florist: Yes, rhoces nearly always. Whidte ones.. The Lady: Well, it is too dreadful. ...
... then withdrawing a step, with a decisive sigh. No they are too pale. Have you nothing of a brighter pink. What is that over there. She points to a ...
... impossible. I shall have to tell you just what I want to do. I don't want to work up to my rooms with the flowers I want to work up to the young lady ...
... I see that nothing else will do. What do you call those. She nods at a vase of roses on a shelf behind him. The Florist, turning and taking them down ...
... uncertainly: Oh. The lady moves a little way up the counter toward the window, but keeps looking at the young man from time to time. She cannot help ...
... rhoce. We got a whidte rhoce here-he goes to his refrigerator, and brings back a long box of roses-that I didn't think of before. He gives the lady ...
... harbor that we didn't work up till a few hours ago.. The Lady: You will take all your friends by surprise.. The Young Man: I'm a good deal taken ...
... 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 ...
... to go at once a great deal may depend upon it-everything. Suddenly: Could you let me see that card.. The Florist, throwing it on the counter ...
... Yes or cypress wine.. The Lady: No that is too crapy and creepy. Smilax, or nothing and yet I don't like that hard, shiny, varnishy look of ...
... it is. It seems not to have the least touch of color in it. Like snow. No it is too cold.. The Florist: It iss gold-looging.. The Second Lady: ...
... this plack one the Midio, here Chacks-. The Second Lady: No, no. They won't any of them do. There ought to be a flower invented that would say ...
... after another. I don't know whether I cot enough of these oben ones on handt, already-. The Second Lady: Oh, you mustn't send them to-day. I forgot. ...
... it isn't of the least consequence. Don't let me hurry you.. The Second Lady: Oh, I have quite finished, I believe. But I can hardly realize anything, ...
... she was. Have you-ah-found it.. The Florist, offering her a paper across the counter: Yes here it iss.. The Lady, catching it from him, ...
... want any smilax with them, either. Nothing but those white Bride roses. She turns and goes to the door she calls back, Nothing but the roses, remember.. The ...
... AND NEW YORK. . Recommended ReadingLoved this book? Other books that may be interesting to you:William Dean Howells : A Boy TownIn 1983, ...
... in 1929 and in the UK by William Collins & Sons on September 16 of the same year. The US edition retailed at $2.00 and the UK edition at seven shillings ...