"There," Nan at length cried, as she held up her finished wreath for inspection. "Give it to the fairest, sir," she dramatically demanded.
"The Judgment of Paris, eh?" Douglas smiled.
"No; your judgment."
"That would be rather embarrassing, would it not?"
"I dare you to do it," and she dangled the wreath before him.
"Come, come, Nan," Nell chided. "Don't be foolish. You make Mr.
Handyman feel badly."
"That's just what I want to do. He has neglected me, and I want to punish him."
"Give me the wreath," and Douglas stretched out his hand.
Rising to his feet, he placed the beautiful lilies upon Nell's head, and then stepped back to view the effect.
"There," and he turned to Nan, "I have accepted your dare, so I hope you are satisfied."