"
Daisy's face grew so sad and martyr-like that generous-hearted
Bill was almost convinced of her innocence.
"I say, Daisy," he began, "if I'm wronging you in this matter,
I'll never forgive myself."
"Oh, never mind, Bill; I'm used to being misunderstood. But I'll
forgive you, if you'll promise never to refer to the subject again
to me, or to any one else."
Bill might have promised this, but the too eager gleam in Daisy's
eyes again roused his suspicions. And just then he saw Patty
crossing a bit of lawn near them.
"Whoo-ee!" he called, and as Patty turned, he beckoned for her to
come to them.
"What's wanted?" called Patty, gaily, as she neared the arbour.
"You," said Bill, while Daisy sank down on the arbour seat, and
seemed to crumple up in abject fear of what was about to happen.
"Now, Miss Fairfield," Bill began, "there's a little matter I want
cleared up. It's the note you wrote to Mr. Martin saying you
didn't wish to be Spirit of the Sea."
Daisy cast one piteous, despairing glance at Patty, and then
covered her face in her hands.
At first, Patty's blue eyes flashed with a righteous indignation,
to think how Daisy had abused her kindness in writing that note at
dictation.
Pages:
161
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185