But in a moment, she felt herself clasped in two
strong arms, and a hearty kiss resounded on her pink cheek.
CHAPTER IX
BIG BILL FARNSWORTH
"How are you?" exclaimed a voice as hearty as the kiss, and Patty,
with a wild spring, jumped from the encircling arms, and turned to
face a towering giant, who, she knew at once, must be Mr.
Farnsworth.
"How DARE you!" she cried, stamping her foot, and flashing furious
glances, while her dimpled cheeks burned scarlet.
"Whoopee! Wowly-wow-wow! I thought you were Mona! Oh, can you EVER
forgive me? But, no, of course you can't! So pronounce my doom!
Shall I dash myself into the roaring billows and seek a watery
grave? Oh, no, no! I see by your haughty glare that is all too
mild a punishment! Then, have me tarred and feathered, and drawn
and quartered and ridden on a rail! Send for the torturers! Send
for the Inquisitioners! But, remember this! I didn't know I was
kissing a stranger. I thought I was kissing my cousin Mona. If I
had known,--oh, my dear lady,--if I had KNOWN,--I should have
kissed you TWICE!"
This astonishing announcement was doubtless induced by the fact
that Patty had been unable to resist his wheedlesome voice and
frank, ingenuous manner, and she had indulged in one of her most
dimpled smiles.
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