"There's no need of my going."

"I thought perhaps you'd enjoy the drive."

"I would have to meet strangers and I'm so entirely content in being alone--I
won't go this time unless you wish it."

"Well, if you don't care about it, I'll carry out my first plan and take a
very early start. I want to sell the butter and eggs on hand, repay Tom
Watterly, and get some seeds. We need some things from the store, too, I
suppose?"

"Yes, you are such a coffee drinker--" she began, smiling.

"Oh, I know!" he interrupted. "Make out your list. You shall say what we
want. Isn't there something you want for yourself?"

"No, not for myself, but I do want something that perhaps you would enjoy,
too. You may think it a waste of money, though."

"Well, you've a right to waste some in your way as well as I have over my
pipe."

"That's good. I hadn't thought of that. You are the one that puts notions
into my head. I would like three or four geraniums and a few flower seeds."

He looked as if he was thinking deeply and she felt a little hurt that he
should not comply at once with her request, knowing that the outlay suggested
was very slight.