It must have been Daisy, for Adele is too
busy. How much nicer Daisy is than she used to be. And maybe that's
not fair. Probably she always was just as nice, only I wasn't nice
to her. Or I didn't know how to take her. Oh, my gracious!"
The last words were spoken aloud, and in a very surprised voice, the
reason for which was, that a lot of apple blossoms had come flying
through the open window and landed on the floor beside her. "It must
be Daisy," she thought, "Adele won't let her in here, and she's
trying to get my attention this way!"
Patty scrambled off the couch, her long golden hair a tangled mass
around her shoulders, and her blue silk negligee edged with
swansdown draped about her.
She went to the window, which was a long French one, opening like
doors onto a tiny balcony. She stepped out on the balcony and looked
down.
[Illustration: "BILL!" she cried, "Little Billee!"]
And then, in her surprise, she almost fell over the railing, for
down below on the lawn, with his smiling face looking up into hers,
stood,--Bill Farnsworth.
Patty gave a squeal of delight. "BILL!" she cried, "Little Billee"
"Look out, Apple Blossom!" he called back, in his big, cheery voice,
"don't fall out of that balcony, and break your blessed neck! But if
you want to jump, I'll catch you," and he held out his arms.
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