I do want to see Bee. How
long will she be at home?"
"More than a fortnight. She has quite a holiday. Oh, there'll be gay
doings while Bee's at home. She keeps the house lively with her
pranks, and if she and Kit get started they're sure to raise
mischief."
"How old is Beatrice?"
"She's just seventeen, but sometimes she acts like a kiddy of
twelve. Mother says she doesn't know what to do with her, the child
is so full of capers."
As the two girls entered the Homer apartment, Beatrice Homer ran to
meet them.
"Oh, you're Patty Fairfield! I KNOW you are! Aren't you the
loveliest thing ever! You look like a bisque ornament to set on a
mantel-piece. Are you real?"
She poked her finger in Patty's dimpled cheek, but she was so
roguish and playful, that Patty could not feel annoyed with her.
"Let me look at you," Patty said, holding her off, "and see what
YOU'RE like. Why, you're a gipsy, an elfin sprite, a witch of the
woods! You have no business to be named Beatrice."
"I know it," said Bee, dancing around on her toes. "But my nickname
isn't so bad for me, is it?" And she waved her arms and hovered
around Patty, making a buzzing noise like a real bee.
"Don't sting me!" cried Patty.
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