Cromer," said Patty, smiling at him, "you said
you wanted a more brownish lady for your misty maid. So Miss Dow
and I have decided to change places."
"All right," agreed Cromer. "It makes no difference to me,
personally, of course. I'm merely designing the Niagara Float as
an architect would. I think perhaps a brunette would be better
adapted to the part of Maid of the Mist, as I have planned it, but
it's as you choose."
"Then we choose this way," declared Patty.
"Run along, Daisy, and Mr. Cromer will tell you just what to get
for your misty robes."
Daisy went away, and Farnsworth turned to Patty with a reproachful
glance.
"You let her off too easy," he said. "A girl who would do a thing
like that ought to be punished."
"Punished, how?" said Patty, quietly.
"Her deceit ought to be exposed before the others. It oughtn't to
be hushed up,--it makes it too easy for her."
"Her deceit, as you call it, affected no one but me. Therefore,
there's no reason for any one else to know of it. And Daisy has
been punished quite enough. I read in her eyes the sorrow and
remorse she has suffered for what she did. And I know she did it
on a sudden impulse,--an uncontrollable desire to have that
particular part in the Pageant.
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