"How can you think of such nonsense?" he asked, impatiently; "the governess of what?"
"Of the children; and please not to call them what."
"Them! Will you be pleased to remember that I am a poor artist."
"Sceptic! Providence will send for every child a new picture to paint."
"Providence is very kind. I hope her liberality will know some limits."
"The first must be Cornelius or Kate, second ditto, third—"
"Daisy!"
"There must be a third to be called after the mother, and the fourth after one of her friends; the fifth—"
"Daisy!" indignantly asked Cornelius: "do you mean to make a patriarch of me?"
"Patriarch or not, there must be a fifth—mine, whom you will call Daisy, in memory of the other Daisy you brought home, wrapped in your cloak."