The Brimming Cup

As Mr. Welles opened his mouth, perhaps rather wide, in the beginning of

a remark, he cut in briskly with, "You're worrying about

Schwatzkummerer, I know. Never you fear. I'll get hold of his address,

all right." He explained briefly to Mrs. Crittenden, startled by the

portentous name. "Just a specialist in gladiolus seeds."

"Bulbs!" cried Mr. Welles, in involuntary correction, and knew as he

spoke that he had been switched off to a side-track.

"Oh well, bulbs be it," Vincent conceded the point indulgently. He took

off his hat in a final salutation to Mrs. Crittenden, and grasping his

elderly friend by the arm, moved with him down the flag-paved path.