Farnsworth had sent to a theatrical costumer in the city for his
garb, and very handsome he looked in a dark green velvet robe that
hung in classic folds. He wore a snow-white wig and long white
beard, and a gold and jewelled crown that was dazzlingly regal. He
carried a trident, and in all respects, looked the part as Neptune
is so often pictured. Patty gazed at him a moment in silent
admiration, and then sprang to her pose, lightly poised forward,
her weight on one foot, and her arms gracefully outspread.
Big Bill held his breath. Always lithe and graceful, to-night
Patty looked like a veritable spirit. Her floating draperies, her
golden hair, and her perfect face, crowned with the single silver
star, seemed to belong to some super-human being, not to a mere
mortal.
Big Bill walked slowly toward her.
"Patty!" he murmured, almost beneath his breath. "Apple Blossom! I
want you so!"
A lovelier pink rose to Patty's cheeks, for it was impossible to
mistake the earnestness in Bill's voice. She smiled at him, gently
for a moment, and then roguishly, and her dimples flashed into
view, as she danced lightly away from him, calling back over her
shoulder, "Catch me first!"
"You'll say that once too often yet, my lady!" declared
Farnsworth, as he stood with folded arms looking after her, but
not following her dancing footsteps.
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