"Oh, all chaperons look alike to me," said Jack. "Now, let's go
over and hear the band play."
Across the garden, a fine orchestra was making music, and Patty
hummed in tune, as they strolled over the lawns. As they neared a
group of young people who were eagerly chatting, Guy Martin called
out, "Come on, you two, you're just the ones we want."
"WHAT for?" queried Jack.
"To help plan the Pageant. You'll be in it, won't you, Patty? It's
for charity, you know."
"I can't promise until I know more about it. What would I have to
do?"
"Oh, you have to be part of a float. Stand on a high, wabbly
pedestal, you know, and wave your arms about like a classic marble
figure."
"But I never saw a classic marble figure wave her arms about,"
objected Patty; "indeed, the most classic ones don't have arms to
wave. Look at the Milo Venus."
"I can't look at her, she isn't here. But I look at you, and I see
you're just the one for 'The Spirit of the Sea.' Isn't she, Lora?"
But Lora Sayre had set her heart on that part for herself, so she
said, in a half-absent way, "Yes, I think so."
"You THINK so!" put in Jack Pennington. "I KNOW so! Patty would
make a perfect 'Spirit of the Sea.' I vote for her!"
"I'm not a candidate," said Patty, who had divined Lora's wish.
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