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 epergne 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.