"What time is it?"
she asked, not yet fully awake.
"I've no idea," said Patty, laughing. "I never wear my watch in
the evening. But," and she looked from the window as she raised
the blind, "I see streaks of pink, so that must be the east, and
the sun is about ready to rise. So up, up, Lucy, the sun is in the
sky, or will be soon. And I'm sure our deliverers will soon come
to rescue us from this durance vile!"
Patty was in high spirits now, and danced about the room while she
urged Daisy to get into her frock.
"Bookcase curtains are all very well for boudoir jackets," she
said, "but not fit for appearance in polite society. See, your
frock looks fairly well; a lot better than mine."
Sure enough the soft silk of Daisy's gown had stood its wetting
much better than Patty's chiffon, but they were both sad wrecks of
the dainty costumes they had been the evening before.
Patty flung open the windows, and let in the cool morning air, and
as she stepped out on the veranda she cried, "Oh, Daisy, here they
come!"
A big touring car was visible at a distance, and in a moment Patty
saw that Farnsworth himself was driving it.
"Hooray!" he called, as he came nearer, and Mona, who sat beside
him, cried out, "Oh, Patty, Patty! Are you safe?"
"Safe? Of course I'm safe," said Patty, who despite her draggled
dress, looked like the incarnation of morning as she stood on the
veranda, her sweet face glad and smiling beneath its cloud of
golden curls.
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