A little box—then white cotton—then a gold bracelet.
"Mamma?—" said Daisy instantly. Mrs. Randolph stooped and kissed her.
"It's beautiful, mamma!" Daisy spoke very earnestly; however her face did not shew the light of pleasure which the first gift had called into it.
"How did you know so well?" said Mr. McFarlane. "Mrs. Randolph, I am afraid you are not literary. Now Daisy, exercise your discernment upon that."
It was a little box containing a Chinese puzzle, with the plans and keys belonging to it.
"Where do you think that comes from?"
Daisy looked up. "I think—perhaps—from you, Mr. McFarlane."
"Do you think I am anything like a puzzle?"
"I think—perhaps—you mean to be,"—Daisy said innocently. But a shout from the whole tableful answered to this chance hit. Daisy didn't know what they could mean.
"I have done!" said Gary. "I have got more than my match. But I know who will plague people worse than a puzzle, if she gets well educated. There's a pair of gloves, you little fencer."