I feel sure he
thought it would make us feel more lonely if we knew the telephone
was there, but wouldn't work."
"Well, it does!" declared Daisy. "I'm so lonely and frightened and
miserable, I believe I'll die!"
"Oh, no, you won't," said Patty, cheerfully. "Now, I'll tell you
what, Daisy. You lie down on the couch,--here's a nice afghan to
put over you,--and I'll sing a little."
This sounded comfortable, so Daisy, now quite warm and dry, lay
down, and after tucking the afghan over her, Patty went to the
piano. She played a few soft chords, and then sang, softly, a
crooning lullaby. It is not surprising that under the influence of
the soothing music, the warm fire, and her own fatigue, Daisy soon
fell sound asleep.
Assured of this, Patty left the piano, and sat in the big easy-
chair in front of the fire. She thought over their escapade, and
though it was certainly serious enough, she smiled to herself as
she thought of the humorous side of it. It certainly seemed funny
for Daisy and herself to be alone in a big, handsome, strange
house,--wrapped in other people's bookcase curtains! Then she
thought of Big Bill and Jack trudging miles and miles through the
storm. What a splendid fellow Bill Farnsworth was, anyhow! He had
left no room for argument or even discussion; he had decided there
was but one way out of this situation, and he took it.
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