Now, I have forgiven and forgotten
it all, it's but a trifle. And I can see no reason why YOU should
still hold it against her."
Farnsworth looked steadily into Patty's eyes, and a sort of shamed
flush rose to his cheeks.
"You're bigger than I am, Little Girl," he said, as he held out
his hand.
Patty put her little hand into his, and in that understanding
clasp, they buried the subject never to refer to it again.
"Oh, no, I'm not really bigger than you," she said, lightly.
"Not physically, no," he returned, looking down at her. "If you
were, I couldn't toss you into a treetop!"
"You got out of that beautifully with Aunt Adelaide," and Patty
laughed at the recollection. "But I'm going to scold you for
picking me up in that unceremonious fashion."
"I know,--it WAS dreadful! But,--perhaps I did it on a sudden
impulse,--you know,--you forgive THOSE!"
Patty remembered her defence of Daisy, and couldn't repress a
smile at the boy's wheedlesome argument.
"Well, don't let it happen again," she said with an attempt at
extreme hauteur.
But Farnsworth replied, "When I get a real good chance, I'm going
to pick you up and carry you a million miles away."
"Catch me first!" cried Patty, and darting away from him, she ran
like a deer toward the house.
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