Farnsworth stood looking after her, but made no move to follow.
The big fellow was thinking to himself, wondering and pondering in
his slow, honest way, on why that little scrap of pink and white
humanity had all unconsciously twined herself around his very
heartstrings.
"Apple Blossom!" he murmured, beneath his breath, and then
sauntered slowly toward the house.
CHAPTER XVI
THE SPIRIT OF THE SEA
The night of the Pageant was as beautiful as the most exacting
young person could desire. There was no moon, but there seemed to
be an extra bright scattering of stars to make up for it. A soft,
cool ocean breeze stirred the air, there was no dampness, and
everybody pronounced the evening as perfect as if specially made
for the occasion.
An early dinner was served at "Red Chimneys," and then the guests
dispersed to don their carnival costumes.
With her usual promptness, Patty was ready first, and coming down
to the drawing-room, found nobody there. So she took opportunity
to admire her own effects in the multitude of mirrors.
It was an exquisite reflection that faced her. She had not adopted
Daisy's idea of fishnet, as that seemed to her too heavy. Laurence
Cromer had approved of her own suggestions, and together they had
designed her costume.
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