"
"To be taken with care — right side up," said Gary, putting
before Daisy by a stretch of his long arm a little paper
covered package. Daisy's cheeks were beginning to grow pink.
She unfolded the package.
A little box — then white cotton — then a gold bracelet.
"Mamma? —" said Daisy instantly. Mrs. Randolph stooped and
kissed her. "It's beautiful, mamma!" Daisy spoke very
earnestly; however, her face did not show the light of
pleasure which the first gift had called into it.
"How did you know so well?" said Mr. McFarlane. "Mrs.
Randolph, I am afraid you are not literary. Now Daisy,
exercise your discernment upon that."
It was a little box containing a Chinese puzzle, with the
plans and keys belonging to it.
"Where do you think that comes from?"
Daisy looked up. "I think — perhaps — from you, Mr.
McFarlane."
"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.
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