"Oh, 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."
"Egyptian art, too," said Captain Drummond.
"Oh, where's my spoon?" cried Daisy. "Has papa got it?"
"Here is Ransom's present," said her aunt, handing the note.
"Nobody knows what it is. Are we to know?"
Daisy opened and read, read over again, looked very grave, and finally folded the note up in silence.
"What is it?" said her aunt.
Daisy hesitated, wishing, but in doubt if she would be permitted to keep it to herself. Her father answered for her.
"It is all of Ransom's part, share, and possession in a certain small equipage known about these premises; the intent and understanding being, that henceforth the pony carriage and pony are Daisy's sole property, and to be by her used and appropriated without any other person's interference whatever."