But lately they've taken to making sheep's eyes at me and
flinging out bits of foolishness here and there that make me tired!
A debutante's life is not a happy one!"
Patty drew such a long, deep sigh, that Nan burst into laughter.
"I would feel sorry for you, Patty," she said, "but I can't help
thinking that you're quite able to look out for yourself."
"'Deed I am! When they talk mush, I just giggle at 'em. It brings
'em down pretty quick from their highfalutin nonsense!"
The two were sitting in Patty's boudoir, which was such a bright,
sunny room that many a morning hour was pleasantly passed together
there by these two friends. Patty was fortunate in having a
stepmother so in sympathy with her pursuits and pleasures, and Nan
was equally fortunate in having warm-hearted, sunny-natured Patty
with her.
Jane came in, bringing an enormous box from a florist.
"My prophetic soul!" cried Patty. "My efforts were not in vain! I
feel it in my funnybone that my latest Prince Charming has sent me a
posy."
Nor was she wrong. The box contained a bewildering array of spring
flowers. Delicate blossoms of jonquils, hyacinths, lilacs,
daffodils, and other dainty, fragile flowers that breathed of
spring.
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