"Here I am, Mona!" she cried, and her words were unmistakably
true.
Daisy Dow was from Chicago, and she looked as if she had blown all
the way from there to Spring Beach. She was, or had been, prettily
dressed, but, as Mona had predicted, her hat was awry, her collar
askew, and her shoelace untied.
The poetical idea of "a sweet disorder in the dress" was a bit
overdone in Daisy's case, but her merry, breezy laugh, and her
whole-souled joy at seeing Mona again rather corresponded with her
disarranged finery.
"I'm all coming to pieces," she said, apologetically, as she was
introduced to the others. "But we flew along so fast, it's a
wonder there's anything left of me. Can't I go and tidy up, Mona?"
"Yes, indeed. Come along with me, Daisy. They're all here now,
Patty, except Bill and Roger. You can look after them."
"All right, I will. I don't know Mr. Bill, but that won't matter.
I know Roger, and of course the other one will be the gentle
Bill."
"'Gentle' is good!" laughed Mona. "Little Billy is about six feet
eight and weighs a ton."
"That doesn't frighten me," declared Patty, calmly. "I've seen
bigger men than that, if it was in a circus! Skip along, girls,
but come back soon.
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