But even as she spoke, Adele had scurried across the room, drawn out
the key, and was already locking the door from the other side.
"Well!" thought Patty, "that's a high-handed performance! I don't
really care, though. Now that I'm here, so comfy, I realise that I
am tired." And in about two minutes Patty was sound asleep.
It was nearly an hour before she opened her eyes, and then with a
little yawn she lazily wondered if it were time to get up. She
glanced at the clock on her dressing-table, and as it was only half-
past two, she felt sure that Adele would not come to her release
until three o'clock. She lay there, her eyes wandering idly about
the room, when she saw a startling sight. The floor, near her couch,
was fairly strewn with sprays of apple blossoms. At first she
thought she must be dreaming, and rubbed her eyes to be sure she was
awake. Putting her hand down outside the silken coverlet, she
touched a spray of blossoms, and picking it up looked at it
wonderingly. There could be no doubt. They were real apple blossoms,
and they were really there! What could it mean?
"Of course," she said to herself, "either Adele or Daisy came in
while I was asleep and brought me these flowers, and sprinkled them
on the floor for fun.
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