Bill adores pretty girls."
"Oh, don't cross bridges before you come to them. Probably he'll
never look at little me, and if he should, I'll be too busy to see
him. There ARE others, you know."
Reassured by Patty's indifference, Daisy vowed her everlasting
friendship and adoration, and the two went downstairs arm in arm.
The veranda presented a gay scene--afternoon tea was in progress,
and as some of the Spring Beach young people had dropped in, there
were several groups at small tables, or sitting on the veranda
steps and railings.
"I've saved a lovely seat for you," said Laurence Cromer,
advancing to Patty; "just to show you that I'm of a forgiving
nature."
"Why, what have I done to be forgiven for?" asked Patty, opening
her blue eyes wide in surprise.
"You've spoiled your good looks, for one thing. You HAD a little
head sunning over with curls, and now you have the effect of a
nice little girl who has washed her face and hands and neatly
brushed her hair."
"But one can't go around like Slovenly Peter," said Patty,
laughing, as she took the wicker chair he placed for her.
"Why not, if one is a Pretty Peter?"
"Oh, pshaw, I see you don't know me very well. I never talk to
people who talk about me.
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