Now you have all been
dying to find out who it is that has given us these delightful things; but
I have always known; and at last I am going to tell you."
"Then, if you knew you should have told us. Deda ought not to have been so
sly about it, mama, if she knew."
"We shall each have one guess; and Bessie, as a reward for her
good-nature, shall have the first. Now, Bessie?"
"I've known all along, too, miss. And what's more, I've known that
although they were sent to you, they were meant for me. Reggie Forcus."
"Wrong. Here is Emily with the pudding. Emily, you shall have a guess; who
is it who sends the flowers, and the books and the birds in the cages--?"
"One of the masters at the school that has fell in love with you, Miss
Deleah." Emily gave her opinion without hesitation, going on with her
business of changing the plates.
"Wrong again, Mr. Gibbon? Now, I give you a tip. Think of the least likely
person in all the world."
"The Quaker lady who objects to slave-grown sugar."
Deleah laughed as she shook her head. "That is most ingenious. And would
be delightful; but it is wrong. Now, mama. The least likely person in all
the world, remember."
"Mr. George Boult."
"Mama has it.
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