Everybody in society knows what it means,
so don't act old fogy,--Nancy Dancy."
Patty dropped a butterfly kiss on Nan's brow, and then pirouetted
across the room to her writing desk.
"Shall I begin, 'My Dear Suitor'?" she said, and then giggled to see
the shocked look on Nan's face.
"It wouldn't matter; he would understand," she said, carelessly,
"but I think I can do better than that."
"Well, I'll leave you to yourself," said Nan; "not out of special
consideration for your comfort, but because it doesn't interest me
to watch anybody write letters."
"By-by," and Patty waved her hand, absentmindedly, as Nan left the
room.
Then she applied herself to her task.
"Most Courteous Knight," she began; "The flowers are beautiful,--and
they are saying lovely things to me. They say they are fresh and
young and green. Oh, my goodness! I forgot that you said they were
speaking for you! Well, then, they are saying that they are just the
sort I like, and they are sure of a welcome. With many, many thanks,
I am very sincerely yours, Patricia Poppycheek Fairfield."
And then Patty dismissed her Knight from her mind, and turned her
attention to other matters. That afternoon about five o'clock, Mr.
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