"
"I'm sure you couldn't be horrid," and Patty smiled at her, "but all
the same I don't believe you can be very, VERY good."
"Oh, yes, I can; the goodest thing you ever saw! Now watch me," and
sure enough during the rest of Patty's stay, Beatrice was as
charming and delightful a companion as any one you'd wish to see.
She was bubbling over with fun and merriment, but she refrained from
teasing, and Patty took a decided liking to her.
"I'll make a party for you, Bee," she said. "What kind would you
like?"
"Not a stiff, stuck-up party. I hate 'em. Can't it be a woodsy kind
of a thing?"
"A ramble through the park?"
"More woodsy than that. The park is almost like the city."
"Well, a picnic to Bronx Park, then, or Van Cortlandt."
"That sounds better. But I'll come to any party you make,--I know it
will be lovely. Oh, I'll tell you, Patty, what I'd like best. To go
on one of your Saturday afternoon jinks; with the queer, poor
people, you know."
"They're not queer and they're not always very poor," returned
Patty, seriously; "I'm afraid you'd tease them or make fun of them."
"Honest Injun, I wouldn't! Please let me go, and I'll be heavenly
nice to them. They'll simply adore me! Please, pretty Patty!"
"Of course I will, since you've promised to be nice to them.
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