Drummond," said Mrs.Gary.--"Why, here's a duck's head at the end of the handle.

What a dear old thing! Who is this Mr.Dinwiddie, pray ?" "The duck's bill makes the spoon, aunt Gary," said Daisy.
"If you asked me _what_ he is, I have told you," said Mrs.Randolph.
"He is a young man, of good family I believe, spending the summer with a neighbour of ours who is his relation," Mr.Randolph answered.
"What is he a fanatic about ?" This question did not get an immediate answer; the conversation diverged, and it was lost.

Daisy's spoon made the round of the company.
It was greatly admired, both from its oddness and from the beauty of its carving.
"Daisy, I will buy this spoon of you," said her aunt.
Daisy thought not; but she said, "With what, aunt Gary ?" "With anything you please.

Do you set a high value on it?
What is it worth ?" Daisy hesitated; and then she said, "I think it is worth my regard, aunt Gary!" She could not guess why there was a general little laugh round the table at this speech.
"Daisy, you are an original," said Mrs.Gary.

"May I ask, why this piece of old Egypt deserves your regard ?" "I think anything does, aunt Gary, that is a gift," Daisy said, a little shyly.
"If your first speech sounded forty years old, your second does not," said the lady.
"Arcadian again, both of them," Mr.Randolph remarked.
"You always take Daisy's part," said the lady briskly.