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Wells, Carolyn, 1862-1942

"Patty's Butterfly Days"

I think she's
heading for the telegraph office to order much materials and
gewgaws for the Pageant."
"Then, do you know where Daisy Dow is? I MUST flirt with
somebody!"
"Try me," said pretty little Mrs. Kenerley, demurely.
"I would, but I'm afraid Baby May would tell her father."
"That's so; she might. Well, Daisy is at the telephone in the
library; I hear her talking."
"Thank you," said Big Bill, abruptly, and started for the library.
"Yes," he heard Daisy saying as he entered the room, "a long,
light green veil, floating backward, held by a wreath of silver
stars ... Certainly ... Oh, yes, I understand ... Good-bye."
She hung up the receiver, and turned to see Bill looking at her
with a peculiar expression on his handsome, honest face.
"What are you going to represent in your light green veil, Daisy?"
he asked.
"The Spirit of the Sea," she replied. "I've arranged for the
loveliest costume,--all green and shimmery, and dripping with
seaweed."
"How did you happen to be chosen for that part, Daisy?"
"Guy Martin insisted upon it. He said there was no one else just
right for it."
"How about Patty Fairfield?"
"Oh, she WOULDN'T take it. She told Guy so."
"She did! I wonder WHY she wouldn't take it?"
"I don't know, Bill, I'm sure.


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