She was sitting before her mirror, doing her hair, when the key
turned and Adele came in.
"For goodness' sake, Patty Fairfield! WHERE did all these flowers
come from?"
"They came in at the window, ma'am, before I closed it," said Patty,
demurely.
"Came in at the window! Nonsense, how could they do that?"
"Oh, the breeze was awful strong, and it just blew them in."
"Silly child! But I say, Patty, hurry up and get dressed!"
"I AM hurrying!" and Patty provokingly twisted up her curls with
slow, deliberate motions.
"You're NOT! you're dawdling horribly! But you wouldn't, if you knew
who was downstairs!"
"Who?"
"Oh, you're very indifferent, aren't you? Well, you wouldn't be so
indifferent if you knew who's downstairs."
"Not, by any chance, Bill Farnsworth?"
"Yes! that's just exactly who it is! How did you ever guess? Are you
glad?"
"Yes, of course I am," and Patty's pink cheeks dimpled as she smiled
frankly at Adele. "I'm just crazy to see Bill again!"
"Look here, Patty," and Adele spoke somewhat seriously, "I want to
say something to you,--and yet I hate to. But I feel as if I ought
to."
"My stars! Adele, what IS the dreadful thing?"
Patty paused in her hairdressing and, with brush in one hand and
mirror in the other, she stared at Adele.
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