"Nothing at all," responded Bill, promptly. "Simply announce that
you and Daisy have agreed to change parts. Then Daisy can be 'Maid
of the Mist,' and you can be the Water Sprite of old Neptune's
float."
"I'll do it, on one condition," said Patty; "and that is, that no
one else is let into our secret. Let Guy continue to think that I
sent him that note, but that I changed my mind about it. And don't
tell anybody at all, not even Mona, the truth of the matter."
"Gee! You're a wonder!" exclaimed Farnsworth, and Daisy threw her
arms round Patty's neck and kissed her.
"Oh, don't give me undue credit," Patty said, laughing; "but, you
see, I just naturally hate a 'fuss,' and I want to forget all
about this affair right away. Daisy, you're just the sort of brown
hair and eyes Mr. Cromer wants for his Maid of the Mist. You'll be
perfectly sweet in that."
"You're perfectly sweet in everything, Patty; I never saw any one
like you!"
"Neither did I," said Farnsworth, with emphasis.
"Oh, here you are," drawled a slow voice, and Laurence Cromer came
sauntering along in search of Patty. "Don't you want to discuss
your costume now? There's only a half-hour before luncheon time."
"Well, you see, Mr.
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