"I shan't appear until a few minutes after four," said Patty; "it
isn't feminine to keep an appointment on time."
So they went up and down some other streets until just the right
time, and then Patty got out of the car, as she intended to walk to
the tryst.
The car, with Adele and Daisy, whizzed away and took up a position
exactly opposite the post-office, stopping there to watch the show.
Of course Cameron paid no attention to this car, and continued to
patrol the sidewalk with slow, even steps.
At last, as he walked along, he saw a girl in white coming toward
him. Her pink parasol completely concealed her face, but Cameron
knew it was his "Belle."
He walked on slowly, and Patty did too, until they met and both
stopped. Gently he raised the intruding parasol and turned it to one
side.
But even then, he could not see Patty's face, for she had arranged
her broad-brimmed hat to droop over it, and she hung her head as if
in extreme shyness. But she put out her hand and Cameron clasped it
in his own.
"Belle," he murmured, "MY Belle! Look at me, please!"
Suddenly Patty lifted her head, and smiled into Kit Cameron's face.
He took a step backward, and staggered almost as if he would fall.
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