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Wells, Carolyn, 1862-1942

"Patty's Butterfly Days"

I think you have just
enough perversity to give you the Zip you need."
"What is Zip?"
"Never mind; don't interrupt. I think you are the most adorable
fluff of femininity in the world,--and I KNOW I love you, and I
want you for all my very own. Patty,--DARLING,--tell me now what
you think of ME."
"Oh, Bill, DON'T say such things to me,--PLEASE, don't!" And
Patty's overstrung nerves gave way, and she began to cry.
"I won't, dear,--I won't, if it bothers you," and Big Bill's arm
went round her in such a comforting way that Patty wept on his
broad shoulder.
"Don't,--don't think me a silly," she said, smiling up at him
through her tears, "but--I'm so tired, and sleepy,--if you could
just wait till morning,--I'd tell you then what I think of you."
"Very well, dear, I'll wait."
"No, you needn't, I'll tell you now," and Patty suddenly drew away
from Bill's arm and faced him bravely. "I'm a coward,--that's what
I am! And I cried because,--because I can't say what you want me
to, and--and I HATE to hurt your feelings,--because I LIKE you so
much."
"Patty! do you KNOW what you're talking about?"
"Yes, I do! But I can't seem to say it out plain, without hurting
your nice, big, kind heart.


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