"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."
It was a nice little thick pair of riding or driving gloves; beautifully made and ornamented. These came from Eloise, 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.