These single flowers--the last of their race--Shirley culled as she wandered thoughtfully amongst the beds. She was fastening into her girdle a hueless and scentless nosegay, when Henry Sympson called to her as he came limping from the house.

These single flowers - the last of their race - Shirley culled as she wandered thoughtfully amongst the beds. Henry Sympson called to her as he came limping from the house.
