"
"Thank you," said Daisy, taking the paper from Patty and folding
it. "I can sign it, even if I have to use my left hand. I'm going
to give it to Mr. Martin for, somehow, I don't want to talk about
the matter to him."
"I don't see why," said Patty, a little puzzled.
"Never mind, girlie. You know sometimes there are little foolish
reasons we don't like to tell of. Don't say anything about all
this to anybody, will you?"
"No, certainly not," said Patty, wonderingly.
"Don't tell any one I asked you to write the note."
"No."
"You see, I hate to acknowledge a hurt finger. It sounds so
silly."
The whole affair seemed silly to Patty, for she could see no
reason why Daisy shouldn't tell Guy that she didn't want to be
Spirit of the Sea. But it was none of her affair, and as Daisy
went away she put the whole matter out of her mind. After making a
leisurely toilette, she went downstairs and found a group of young
people having tea on the veranda. Her appearance was hailed with
shouts of joy. Seats were offered her in every choice position,
but the pleading look in Farnsworth's big blue eyes persuaded her
to sit beside him in a broad, red-cushioned swing.
"You're all right, little girl, aren't you?" he said, anxiously,
and Patty laughed gaily up at him as she answered, "Yes, indeed!
and all ready for another adventure, if YOU'LL take care of me!"
"You apple blossom!" whispered Bill.
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