"That’s the ticket," said Stillwater. "My, they’re fresh, Indiana." She selected one and fastened it in her furs. "I’ll carry the rest for you. Now what would the others like?" Indiana flitted about selecting flowers. "Would you like them sent?" inquired the salesman. "No," said Indiana, "we’ll take them right along." "Why," exclaimed Stillwater as they were leaving the store, "I was just about forgetting you were all going to the opera to-night. Now, what flowers do you want to wear, Indiana?" "Well, my dress is white. Hyacinths, white hyacinths. Corsage bouquet, Miss Stillwater." "And ma, she likes the sweet-smelling ones." "Well, violets for ma. Violets, Mrs. Stillwater." "Shall we say violets for Grandma Chazy?" "I think Grandma Chazy would like something brighter," said Indiana. "Carnations?" suggested the salesman. "Yes," said Indiana. "Pink carnations, Mrs. Chazy Bunker. Send to the Waldorf Hotel for this evening. Don’t make any mistake, please!" "Duplicate the order to-morrow, same time," added Stillwater. Indiana hummed gaily to herself as they drove off with their flowers. "She’s forgotten all about it now," thought Stillwater, with a satisfied glance at her happy face. Lord Canning noticed them when they entered the hotel. He was standing in the lobby through which they passed, lighting a cigar preparatory to going out. He recognized Stillwater immediately, and stared curiously at Indiana. "I suppose that is the daughter," he thought, "Indiana." He smiled as he puffed his cigar. *CHAPTER II.* *Birds of Passage.* "Anything, if it’s for your good," said Mrs. Stillwater, when the subject of the sailing trip was broached. "Father, this is the finest mignonette I’ve ever seen." "Well, I suppose I’ll be sick," added Mrs. Bunker dolefully, as she helped her daughter arrange the flowers, "but I’ll get used to the motion. As long as we get somewhere sometime, and see something that’s worth seeing. Isn’t that vase a picture?" "Well, you must leave that to me, Grandma Chazy. What’s the matter with Japan?" There was a chorus of delight. Indiana jumped wildly up and down the room. "I’ll run in and see the old man to-morrow morning. He’ll be glad to hear I’m going to act on his advice. I told him I couldn’t pledge myself to do anything until I had first consulted the ladies." "Well, I guess," said Indiana. "Let’s have lunch; then I must get right down town. You won’t see me till dinner." Their faces fell. "What are we going to do with ourselves?" said Indiana. "Go shopping." This seemed to be a happy idea, and Stillwater congratulating himself that he had suggested an entertainment which appealed to them, kissed his wife, remarking, "Now, don’t you go and tire yourself, mother. You can’t travel with these other young things."