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"Patty," said Mona, "I think your scheme is crazy,--perfectly
CRAZY! But--if you really mean it, I'll tell you that I HAVE an
Irish aunt,--at least, sort of Scotch-Irish,--and if we pass Susan
off for her, the--the ACCENT won't matter."
"Just the thing!" cried Patty, gleefully. "I see my way clear now!
It IS a crazy plan, Mona, I admit that,--but do you know of any
better?"
"No; but, Patty, think a minute. Of course, the truth will leak
out, and what will people say?"
"No, it won't leak out,--and, if it did, what harm? Susan is a
nice, respectable woman, and as a member of my family is capable
of chaperoning me in her own personality. But I choose this other
game because it's more fun. I shall dress her up in,--in,--Susan,
you couldn't wear a gown of Mrs. Fairfield's, could you?"
"The saints presarve us, Miss Patty, it wuddent go halfway round
me!"
"No; so it wouldn't. Well, I'll find something. Oh, there's a gown
in the attic that Mrs. Allen left here--she's Nan's mother,
Mona,--that will be just right. It's grey satin and silver lace. Oh,
Susan, you'll look GREAT!"
Mona still seemed a trifle unconvinced.
"Patty," she said, "you know I usually think what you do is all
right,--but this,--well, this seems so very crazy.
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