The three gathered in Patty's room to hear it read, and were not
surprised that it ran after this manner:
"BELLE:
How could you know the dearest way to sign yourself? Any other word
would have spoiled it! But Belle! My beautiful one! I MUST see you!
The picture is just what I anticipated, only more sweet and soulful.
You are an angel, and I must see you or die. Do not make me wait.
May I fly to Maple Bank at once? Meet me somewhere. No one will know
it,--but I must look once into those dear eyes!
Your own
CHRISTOPHER."
"Oh, Kit, Kit!" exclaimed Patty, wiping tears of laughter from her
eyes; "I didn't know you COULD be such an idiot! Adele, we must have
him come up here."
"Oh, of course. How shall we arrange a meeting?"
"I'll tell you," said Daisy, "write him that Belle will meet him in
front of the Maple Bank post-office. Then let Patty meet him, you
know, and we'll sit in the car and see the fun."
"All right," Patty agreed. "WON'T he be mad when he sees ME!"
So they wrote:
"MY CHRISTOPHER:
I knew we were made for each other. I, too, feel that I must see
you. But our meeting must be secret. I cannot risk my people knowing
about it. So, will you meet me in front of the Maple Bank post-
office at four o'clock on Thursday afternoon? I would like a more
secluded place, but I dare not.
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