Tell me, Little Billee, where did you learn to
dance so well?"
"It's mostly my natural grace! I took a few lessons of a wandering
minstrel, out home, but I don't know the technique of it, as you
and that ornamental captain do."
"But you could learn easily. Shall I teach you?"
"No,--Apple Blossom, I think not."
"Oh, there won't be time. You said you're leaving to-morrow! Must
you go?"
"It doesn't matter whether I must or not. If you look at me like
that, I WON'T! There, there, Sea Witch, run away, or--or I'll
flirt with you!"
"Yes, it's time I went," said Patty, demurely, gathering up her
draperies. "But, Billee, how can I thank you for the dear, sweet
lovely wreath?"
"Well, there are several ways in which you COULD thank me,--though
I'm not sure you WOULD. Suppose we just consider me thanked?"
"That doesn't seem much. Shall I write you a note?"
"That doesn't seem VERY much. Why don't you give me a gift in
return?"
"I will! What do you want? A penknife?"
"Mercy, no! I'll have to think it over. Wait! I have it! Have your
picture taken--with the wreath on, and give me that."
"All right, I will. Or perhaps Mr. Cromer would sketch me in this
whole rig."
"PERHAPS he WOULD!" and Farnsworth caught his breath, as he looked
at the vision of loveliness before him.
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