"Yes, she is pretty, Nance, and so very, very good."
"What's her name, daddy?"
"Beryl."
"Oh, isn't that a funny name for a flower!"
"It is. But you see this flower is a woman."
"A woman!" Nance sat up straight, and looked full into Martin's face. "I'm so glad. It's much nicer than being just a flower. You called her that in play, didn't you?"
"Yes, Nance, just in play."
"And is she a really real woman?"
"A real woman, Nance; the most beautiful I ever saw."
"More beautiful than my own mamma?"