"I DID want to," she said, slowly, "but, since Daisy has that
part,--and I have another, and a very pretty part,--I am quite
content."
"Then there is nothing more to be said," Farnsworth muttered. "The
incident is closed."
He started to leave the arbour, and Daisy lifted her troubled eyes
to Patty's face. Patty tried to smile, but there must have been an
involuntary shadow of reproach in her blue eyes, which, for some
reason, went straight to Daisy's heart.
"DON'T look at me like that, Patty," she cried out; "I can't bear
it! Bill, come back! The incident ISN'T closed. I want to tell
you, Bill, what I did. Patty wrote that note, at my dictation,
thinking it was for me,--I had a hurt finger,--and I told her I'd
sign it,--and I DIDN'T sign it,--I gave it to Guy as if it was
from her--oh, Patty--will you forgive me? WILL you?"
"There, there, Daisy," and Patty put her arms around the sobbing
girl. "Never mind, it's all right."
"It isn't all right!" exclaimed Farnsworth, his eyes blazing.
"Daisy Dow, do you mean to tell me--"
"She doesn't mean to tell YOU anything," interrupted Patty. "She's
only going to tell me. I wish you'd go away. This note matter is
entirely between Daisy and myself.
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