said grandly. “They fill all the air with perfume. There’s a mug on the washstand, Becky. Oh—and bring the soap dish for a centerpiece.”
Becky handed them to her reverently.
“What are they now, miss?” she inquired. “You’d think they was made of crockery—but I know they ain’t.”
“This is a carven flagon,” said Sara, arranging tendrils of the wreath about the mug. “And this”—bending tenderly over the soap dish and heaping
said grandly. “They fill all the air with perfume. There’s a mug on the washstand, Becky. Oh—and bring the soap dish for a centerpiece.”
Becky handed them to her reverently.
“What are they now, miss?” she inquired. “You’d think they was made of crockery—but I know they ain’t.”
“This is a carven flagon,” said Sara, arranging tendrils of the wreath about the mug. “And this”—bending tenderly over the soap dish and heaping
