"
"Were they? Is Lora going to be Spirit of the Sea?"
"No; her mother won't let her. They asked me to take the part, but
I don't want to."
"Why not?" said Patty, looking at her curiously.
"Oh, I think they'd better have a Spring Beach girl. You, for
instance."
"They asked me before, but if you'll do it, I'll take something
else. Who's going to be Neptune?"
"Bill. That's another reason why you'd better be the Sea Spirit."
"Nonsense!" and Patty was angry at herself to feel the blush that
rose to her cheek. But Daisy made no comment, and in a moment she
said suddenly:
"Patty, write a note for me, will you? I've run a sliver into my
forefinger and I can't hold a pen."
"A sliver? Oh, Daisy, does it hurt?"
"No, not much now. I got it out. But the tip of my finger is
painful if I write. You've your pen in your hand, so just scribble
a line for me. I can sign it."
"Of course I will. Dictate, please!"
Patty took a fresh sheet of paper, and tried to look like a
professional amanuensis.
"I really would rather not be the Spirit of the Sea," dictated
Daisy, and Patty wrote obediently. "Please try to get some one
else for the part. But may I ask you as a personal favour not to
speak of the matter to me at any time.
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