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C. S. A. "Those orchids. They're some of the frailest and rarest flowers in the world and I am raising them for Evelyn's wedding! Orchids. Nothing less would be appropriate. You're not to tell. If they think they are going to surprise us, this will tell them that they haven't succeeded."

We stood there a minute, and the smile faded from old Jonthy's face. Maybe he was thinking of the time before Dave came home.

"Jonthy," says I, "it would be a sin not to believe it. I'll try. Also I'll remember the name: orchids."

And I takes him away from there.

On my watch one night I saw Evelyn about midnight open the window for air. I could see her holding up some sort of garment with gold braid on it. I snooped as near as I could to try and see what it was and then have fun with her about it. No use. But, as I went on my toes, I struck something with my foot and picked it up. It was a brass button. I put it into my pocket. 159