"No! I don't want to jump! Oh, Little Billee, I didn't know you were
coming! Did you throw in the apple blossoms?"
"No, no, oh, NO! A passing highwayman threw those in! Why, what made
you think _I_'d do such a thing?"
"Only because you still have a few left in your pockets," said
Patty, laughing, for, sure enough, Bill had ends of blossom sprays
sticking out of all his pockets.
"You see I didn't know how many it would take to wake you up," he
said.
"How did you know I was up here?"
"Daisy told me. Adele wouldn't tell me,--said you must sleep, or
some such foolishness. Get into your togs and come down, won't you?"
For the first time Patty realised that her hair was hanging about
her shoulders and her costume was, to say the least, informal, and
with another little squeal, she sprang back into her room and closed
the window doors.
Then she went and looked at herself in the mirror.
"Well, you don't look an absolute fright," she said, to the smiling
reflection she saw there. "But to think of Bill being here! Little
Billee! Bless his old heart!"
And then Patty flew at her toilet. Everything had been laid in
readiness, and she began to draw on her white silk stockings and
dainty slippers.
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