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Wells, Carolyn, 1862-1942

"Patty's Butterfly Days"


"Little Billee, you're a dear!" said Patty, as the next dance took
the people away again. "How did you know I was going to sink
through the floor in just one more minute?"
"I saw how tired you were, and though I hated to 'butt in' on your
performance, I just felt I had to, to save you from collapse."
"You DIDN'T 'butt in'! You're a beautiful dancer, better than
Captain Sayre, in some ways, though you don't know so many fancy
steps. But you picked up my idea of the apple blossom steps at
once!"
"Because that's OUR dance. And you're my property to-night,
anyway. Didn't Neptune crown the Spirit of the Sea?"
"Yes, and I haven't yet thanked you for this lovely wreath! It's
the most beautiful thing! Where DID you get it?"
"I had it made, to replace the one I stole from you the night of
the storm."
"You didn't steal that,--I gave it to you."
"Well, and so I give you this one in return. Will you wear it
sometimes?"
"I'll wear it often, it's so lovely. And SO becoming,--isn't it?"
Naughty Patty smiled most provokingly up into the big blue eyes
that looked intently at her.
"Becoming?" he said. "Yes, it IS! What isn't becoming to you, you
little beauty?"
"There, there, don't flatter me!" and Patty cast down her eyes
demurely.


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