Aunt Adelaide is rather nicer than when I last
wrote. She gets on her 'company manners,' and that makes her more
amiable."
"My goodness gracious!"
This last phrase was spoken aloud, not written, for the low, open
window, near which Patty sat writing, was suddenly invaded by a
laughing face and a pair of broad, burly shoulders, and Big Bill's
big voice said, "Hello, you pretty little poppet!"
CHAPTER X
JUST A SHORT SPIN
"Stop! Look! Listen!" cried Patty, gaily, as the unabashed intruder
calmly seated himself on the broad, low window-sill. "Do you
consider it good manners to present yourself in this burglarious
fashion?"
"Well, you see, my room opens on this same veranda,--indeed the
veranda seems to run all around the house on this story,--and so I
thought I'd walk about a bit. Then I chanced to spy you, and--
well, I'm still spying. Is this your dinky boudoir? How fussy it
is."
"I like it so," said Patty, smiling.
"Of course you do. You're fussy yourself."
"I am not! I'm NOT fussy!"
"Oh, I don't mean that the way you think I do. I mean you're all
dressed fussy, with pink ribbons and lace tassels and furbelows."
"Yes; I do love frilly clothes. Now, I suppose your ideal girl
wears plain tailor-made suits, and stiff white collars, and small
hats without much trimming,--just a band and a quill.
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