Preston remarked on the multitude there was of Egyptian spoons.
"What do you mean by that, Preston ?" said his aunt.
"Causes of quarrel, ma'am." "Why do you call them Egyptian spoons ?" "Causes of trouble, I should say, ma'am." "And again I say, why do you call them Egyptian spoons ?" "I beg your pardon, aunt Felicia.

Egypt was always a cause of trouble to the faithful; and I was afraid little Daisy has had just a spoonful of it lately." "Daisy, what have you been saying to your cousin ?" "Nothing, mamma, about that; only what Preston asked me." "I am sure you did not say what I asked of you, Daisy.

She told me nothing at all, aunt Felicia, except by what she did not tell me." "She behaved very sweetly about it, indeed," said Mrs.Gary.

"She made me feel quite easy about keeping it.

I shall have to find out what I can send, to Daisy that she will like." "What are you and Preston doing there ?" Mrs.Randolph asked with a cloudy face.
"Studying, mamma; I am.