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Wells, Carolyn, 1862-1942

"Patty's Butterfly Days"

I know your wild Western way of
giving people 'a piece of your mind,' but Spring Beach society
doesn't approve of such methods. What's it all about, Bill? Tell
me, and let's settle it quietly."
"Settle it quietly! When an injustice has been done that ought to
be blazoned from East to West!"
"Yes, and make matters most uncomfortable for the victim of that
injustice."
Big Bill calmed down. The anger faded from his face, his hands
unclenched themselves, and he sat down on the terrace balustrade.
"You're right, Mona," he said, in a low, tense voice. "I'm nothing
but an untamed cowboy! I have no refinement, no culture, no
judgment. But I'll do as you say; I'll settle this thing QUIETLY."
As a matter of fact, Bill's quiet, stern face and firm-set jaw
betokened an even more strenuous "settlement" than his blustering
mood had done; but he dropped the whole subject, and began to talk
to Mona, interestedly, about her own part in the Pageant.


CHAPTER XV
IN THE ARBOUR

After returning from her motor ride with Roger, Patty went to her
room to write some letters.
But she had written only so far as "My dearest Nan," when a big
pink rose came flying through the open window and fell right on
the paper.


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