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Wells, Carolyn, 1862-1942

"Patty's Butterfly Days"


"Don't come in this way," he cautioned, "I'll open the front
door."
Farnsworth found himself in a large, pleasant room, evidently a
drawing-room. But without pausing to look around, he made for the
hall, and tried to open the great front doors.
"Can't do it," he called to those outside. "I'll open another
window."
In a moment, he had thrown up the sash of another long, low
window, in a room the other side of the hall, and invited his
friends in.
"Couldn't let you girls walk in on that broken glass," he
explained. "Come in this way, and make yourselves at home."
"We're too wet,--we'll spoil things," said Patty, hesitating at
the long lace curtains and fine floors and rugs.
"Nonsense! Come on! Where DO you suppose the electric light key
is? Whoo! here we have it!"
A flood of light filled the room, and the girls saw they were in a
comfortable, pleasant library or sitting-room, evidently the home
of cultured, refined people.


CHAPTER XII
A WELCOME SHELTER

A piano stood open, and Daisy sat at it, striking a few chords of
"Home, Sweet Home."
This made them all laugh, but Farnsworth said, reprovingly, "Come
away from that, Daisy. We have to enter this house to shelter
ourselves, but we needn't spoil their belongings unnecessarily.


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