She could not guess why there was a general little laugh round the table at this speech.
"Daisy, you are an original," said Mrs. Gary. "May I ask, why this piece of old Egypt deserves your regard?"
"I think anything does, aunt Gary, that is a gift," Daisy said, a little shyly.
"If your first speech sounded forty years old, your second does not," said the lady.
"Arcadian again, both of them," Mr. Randolph remarked.
"You always take Daisy's part," said the lady briskly. But Mr. Randolph let the assertion drop.
"Mamma," said Daisy, "what is an original?"
"Something your aunt says you are. Do you like some of this biscuit,
Daisy?"
"If you please, mamma. And mamma, what do you mean by a fanatic?"
"Something that I will not have you," said her mother, with knitting brow again.