"Would you like to be left alone?" suggested Miss Middleton kindly.
"It is from the child's so-called parents, and their wretched offspring is to be called 'Violet Daisy.'"
"'Violet Daisy,'" said Miss Middleton solemnly, trying not to smile.
"Why stop there?" I said bitterly. "Why not 'Geranium' and
'Artichoke,' and the whole blessed garden?"
"'Artichoke,'" said Miss Middleton gravely, "is a boy's name."
"Well, I wash my hands of the whole business now. No napkin ring from ME. Here have I been wasting hours and hours in thought, and then just when the worst of it is over, they calmly step in like this. I call it—"
"Yes?" said Miss Middleton eagerly.
"I call it simply—"
"Yes?"
"'Violet Daisy,'" I finished, with a great effort.