Those among us who know more of her dead lover than was ever told to Daphne are disposed to call them her lucky flowers still.
A LITTLE WHITE DOG
"There!" Elinor cried. "Now, how could you be so careless, Ted?"
"The blessed thing must have jumped of its own accord off the chimney-piece," Ted said. He looked down at his wife on her knees beside him, ruefully collecting the fragments of the broken vase. "I wasn't so much as looking at it, Nell."
"No! If you'd only had the sense to look at it!" Nell sighed. "But you will stand with your heels on the fender, and you push those great shoulders of yours against the chimney-board, and smash go all my ornaments—and a lot you care! However, something had to break to-day, and it might have been worse."
"How do you mean 'had to'?"
"That great awkward Emily threw down a soup-plate last night; and I——"
"No, not you, surely, Nell?"