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Wells, Carolyn, 1862-1942

"Patty's Butterfly Days"

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"Thank you!" said Bill, ironically.
"Fishing! Well, I DIDN'T mean that you're plain, but,--I won't say
what I did mean."
"Oh, dear! Another fond hope shattered! I WISH I knew what you DID
mean!"
"Don't be silly, or I'll run back. If you'll promise not to be
silly, I'll stay another minute."
"But, you see, I never know when I am silly."
"Almost always! Now let's talk about the Pageant. Didn't Daisy
look pretty?"
"Yes. But I fancy blondes myself."
"Now that's ambiguous. I don't know whether you mean because
you're one or because I'm one."
"Why! So you ARE a blonde, aren't you? I never noticed it before!"
"Really? How nice! I've always wondered how I'd strike an entire
stranger!"
"Why strike him at all?"
"Now you're silly again! But I mean, I'd like to know what an
utter stranger would think of me."
"I hate to be called an utter stranger, but I haven't the least
objection to saying what I think of you. In fact, I'd like to! May
I?"
"Is it nice?" asked Patty, frightened a little at Bill's quiet
tones.
"Judge for yourself. I think you are the most beautiful girl I
have ever seen,--and the most fascinating. I think you have the
sweetest nature and disposition imaginable.


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