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 shew 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.