She was quite shocked at the
mirrored picture of tousled tresses, and did it all up a little
more severely than usual, by way of amends.
"May I come in?" and Daisy Dow, after a quick tap at the door,
walked in, without waiting for an answer.
"What lovely hair!" she exclaimed, as Patty pushed in more and
more hairpins. "You're a perfect duck, anyway. I foresee I shall
be terribly jealous of you. But I say, Patty,--I MAY call you
Patty, mayn't I?--don't you dare to steal Big Bill Farnsworth away
from me! He's my own particular property and I don't allow
trespassing."
There was an earnest tone underlying Daisy's gay words that made
Patty look up at her quickly. "Are you engaged to him?" she asked.
"No,--not exactly. At least, it isn't announced. But--"
"Oh, pshaw, don't trouble to explain. I won't bother your big
adorer. But if he chooses to speak to me, I shan't be purposely
rude to him. I like boys and young men, Miss Dow, and I like to
talk and play and dance with them. But I've no SPECIAL interest in
any ONE, and if you have, I shall certainly respect it,--be sure
of that."
"You're a brick, Patty! I was sure you were the minute I laid my
two honest grey eyes on you. But you're 'most too pretty for my
peace of mind.
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