"That's better!" she said, wagging her head at the pretty, smiling
face. "Now, never again, Patty Fairfield, let me see you looking
mopy or peevish about anything! Mind, not about anything at all!
You have enough blessings and pleasures to make up for any
disappointments that may come to you. So, now that you've braced
up, just STAY braced up! See?"
The scolding, though self-inflicted, did Patty good, and humming a
lively tune, she busied herself with arranging some fans and
frills in boxes to take away with her.
If stray thoughts of the Pageant or the Fancy Dance crept into her
mind, she determinedly thrust them out, and forced her
anticipations to the unknown fun and gaiety she would enjoy at the
big Mountain Houses.
And when at last, ready for bed, she stood in front of her long
cheval glass, the folds of her blue dressing gown trailing away
from her pretty, lace-frilled nightgown, she shook her forefinger
warningly at the smiling reflection.
"Now, mind you, Patricia, not a whimper out of you to-morrow! Not
a shadow of a shade of disappointment on your fair young brow?
Only happy smiles and pleasant words, and just MAKE yourself enjoy
the prospect of those poky, gloomy, horrid old mountains!"
It will be easily seen that Patty was amenable to discipline, for
next morning she went dancing downstairs, looking like amiability
personified.
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