It was a nice little thick pair of riding or driving gloves; beautifully
made and ornamented. These came from Eloïse, Daisy's other cousin. Mrs.
Gary had brought her two beautiful toilet bottles of Bohemian glass.
Daisy's end of the table was growing full.
"What is this?" said Mrs. Gary, taking from the épergne a sealed note directed to Daisy.
"That is Ransom's present. Give her mine first," said Mr. Randolph.
"Which is yours? I don't see anything more."
"That little Proserpine in the middle."
"This? Are you going to give this to Daisy? But why is she called Proserpine? I don't see."
"Nor I," said Mr. Randolph, "only that everything must have a name. And this damsel is supposed to have been carrying a basket, which might easily have been a basket of flowers, I don't see how the statement could be disproved. And Daisy is fonder of the little nymph, I believe, than any one else in the house."
"O papa! thank you," exclaimed Daisy, whose eyes sparkled. "I like to have her very much!"
"Well, here she goes," said Mrs. Gary. "Hand her over. You have a variety, Daisy. Chinese playthings and Grecian art."
"Some modern luxury," said Gary McFarlane. "Just a little."