“Wait a sec!” said Manfred, and ran down to the brook. Disappearing from Laura’s view, he began rapidly tearing up flowers from alongside the brook, taking care, though, to pluck each one near the bottom of its stem. In no time he held a beautiful, colorful bouquet. After a little adjusting, he hurried, satisfied, back to the road.
He held out the bouquet toward Laura.
“Here,” he said, “I picked this for you.”
Laura looked at him in surprise, and then her face—framed by long, lush, sparkling blond hair—lit up: a smile flashed across her pink lips and her turquoise-blue eyes glistened. Manfred thought to himself that she was a very beautiful girl. He was happy to have brought her joy. He didn’t know why, but Dad was right: girls really did like getting flowers. (…)
(An excerpt from the chapter "Laura")