She felt a conviction that Farnsworth had bought these books for her.

To be sure she wouldn't want to accept two handsome presents from him, yet the idea of his so easily passing them over to Daisy annoyed her.
"Riley!" she exclaimed, involuntarily.

"Why didn't you give those to me, instead of this gown ?" "The books are better suited to Daisy," he returned, "and the gown suits nobody but you." "Oh, because Daisy is more intellectual, I suppose, and I'm----" "Yes, and you're just a little piece of vanity, who cares only for dress and finery." Farnsworth was having his innings now.

Patty had hurt his feelings, and she knew it; and so, he was teasing her in return.
Daisy laughed at Patty's unmistakable chagrin, and ran away downstairs to claim her books.
It so chanced that there was no one else in Patty's boudoir at that moment.

Everybody had flocked to the next room to see a new consignment of treasures displayed, and Farnsworth and Patty were alone.
"Yes," he said, looking straight at her, "I did buy the Riley set for you.