"Let's walk," said Patty, when Mona proposed the motor-car. "It's
not far, and its lovely and cool now."
So the two girls strolled along the boardwalk, and then turned
inland toward the Sayres' place.
Patty wore a white, lacy, frilly frock, with touches of pale
yellow ribbon here and there. Her hat was of the broad-leafed,
flapping variety, circled with a wreath of yellow flowers. Patty
could wear any colour, and the dainty, cool-looking costume was
very becoming.
Mona looked very well in light green chiffon, but she hadn't
Patty's liking for simplicity of detail, and her heavy satin sash
and profusion of jingling ornaments detracted from the airiness of
her light gown. Her hat was of triangular shape, with a green
cockade, and perched jauntily on her befrizzed hair, gave her a
somewhat stunning effect.
"You'd look a lot better, Mona," said Patty, straightforwardly,
"if you didn't curl your hair so tightly."
"That's all very well for you to say," returned Mona, a little
pettishly, "for your hair is naturally curly, and you don't have
to use hot tongs."
"Some day I'll show you how to wave it more loosely; it'll be
prettier than those kinky frizzes."
"Well, these won't last long.
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