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Page 31
"Now SHE'S mad!" commented Jack. "That's the beautiful part of
getting up a show; all the girls get mad, one after another."
"_I_'M going to get mad!" announced Patty, deliberately.
"You are!" exclaimed Lena Lockwood, in amazement. "I didn't know
you COULD get mad!"
"Patty gets about as mad as a small Angora kitten," said Jack.
"Yes," agreed Patty, "and I can tell you, kittens, like cats, get
awful mad, if they want to. Now I'm going to get mad, if you
people don't tell me all about this show, NOW! I don't want to
wait for meetings and things."
"I'll tell you now," said Guy, speaking very fast. "It's to be a
Pageant, a great and glittering Pageant, made up of floats with
tableaux on 'em, and bands of music playing, and banners
streaming, and coloured fire firing, all over Spring Beach."
"That tells some, but not all," said Patty. "You tell me more,
Lena."
"Well, the Floats will represent the Sea and different rivers and
all sorts of things like that. And they are all under different
committees, and every chairman has to look after her own people."
"And whose people are we?" demanded Patty.
"Mrs. Sayre has the general committee of floats under her charge."
"But the Sea Float is my especial care, Patty," broke in Guy
Martin, "and I want you to promise to be Spirit of the Sea. Won't
you?"
"Not to-day, thank you. I have to think these matters over slowly.
What do you want Mona Galbraith to be?"
A silence was the response to this question, and then Guy said:
"I hadn't put her name down yet, but I daresay she'll be asked to
take some part."
"I daresay she WILL," returned Patty, "and a GOOD part, too! Why
can't she be Spirit of the Sea?"
"Nonsense, that part requires a sylph-like girl, such as--such as
you or Lora. Mona Galbraith is too heavy for any self-respecting
spirit."
"Well, never mind," said Patty, "there must be plenty of other
good parts that require more substantial specimens of humanity.
Arrange your meetings at our house, Guy, and we'll fix it all up
then."
They changed the subject then, for Mona and Captain Sayre came
walking toward them.
"Get good fortunes?" asked Jack.
"Very much so," returned the captain. "Miss Galbraith is to become
a Duchess later on, and I am to achieve the rank of a Rear-
Admiral. What more could we ask?"
"Nothing!" exclaimed Patty. "You'll make a gorgeous Duchess, Mona.
I can see you now, prancing around with a jewelled coronet on your
noble brow."
"Can't you see me," said Captain Sayre, "prancing around in
Admiral's regalia?"
"But I've never seen you prance at all. I supposed you were too
dignified."
"You did! Well, you never were more mistaken in your life. Watch
me, now." The orchestra was playing in lively time, and Captain
Sayre began to do a lively dance, which was something between a
Sailor's Hornpipe and a Double Shuffle.
He danced wonderfully well, and as Patty looked at him the spirit
of the music inspired her, and throwing off her hat, she prettily
caught up the sides of her frilled skirt, and danced, facing him.
He smiled at her, changed his step to a more graceful fancy dance,
and they danced an impromptu duet.
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