It was Easter eve on leap year, and the dear young thing, who had been receiving long but somewhat unsatisfactory visits from the very shy young man, decided she might take a chance. Robert had brought her a splendid Easter lily.
I'll give you a kiss for that lily, she promised blushingly.
The exchange was duly, not to say happily, made. Robert started hurriedly toward the door.
Why, where are you going? asked his girl in surprise.
To the florist's for more Easter lilies! he replied.