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Show 153 the afternoon. We shall dine before we dance." "Dine?" "Yes. At the Tabard, or any inn of your choice." "Oh, how lovely," Elise was still rather dazed in her response to a new beau. "Goodbye, Elise. Until Saturday afternoon. Elise closed the door, oblivious to Hyrum and the others who were intently watching her. Without a word, she glided out of the room and returned with the roses in a vase. She stood at the credenza arranging the two vases of flowers. First she put them side by side, then one in the middle and one to the left, then one on-each end, then one to the front and one to the rear. Hyrum watched until he could no longer restrain his tongue. "I suppose you like roses better than violets," he blurted." "Why no, I like violets quite as well." When she saw the look in Hyrum's eyes, she added, "no...I like them more." And she moved the violets front and center. Of a sudden, Samuel's tabor rhythms resumed. Hyrum threw up his hands in exasperation. "Samuel, you'll turn us all to boiled brains!" He turned to Thomas,"What d'ya think o that? Things are gettin outta hand." "The violets or the roses?" Thomas asked. "Samuel. He's playin that tabor again--just after I asked ' im to stop! Maybe I shouldn't speak out o |
