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Page 45
"Nothing especial; dance a little, I suppose, sit around on the
veranda, sing choruses, and that sort of thing."
"There's a glorious full moon. Couldn't we escape for a little
spin? Just a very short one, in my runabout?"
"Yes, I'd love to. Or we could take my runabout."
"Or Mona's for that matter. I don't care what car we take, but I
do love a short, quick drive, and then come back for the dance."
"All right, I'll go. Mona won't mind, if I don't stay long."
"Oh, only just around a block or two. Just to clear the effect of
these flowers and candles from our brain."
"Isn't your brain a little weak, if it can't stand flowers and
candles?" asked Patty, laughing.
"Perhaps it is, and perhaps that's only an excuse to get away.
Hooray! Mona's rising now; let's make a mad dash."
"No; that isn't the way. Let's slide out quietly and
inconspicuously, through this side door."
Adopting this idea, Jack and Patty went out on a side veranda, and
stepped across the terrace to the garden paths. The moonlight
turned the picturesque flower-beds to fairy fields, and Patty
paused on one of the terrace landings.
"I don't know as I want to go motoring, Jack," she said, perching
herself on the marble balustrade; "it's so lovely here."
"Just as you like, girlie. Ha! methinks I hear vocal speech! Some
one approacheth!"
Farnsworth and Daisy Dow came strolling along the terrace, and
Daisy took a seat beside Patty, while the two men stood in front
of them.
"Won't you girls catch cold?" said Farnsworth, in his matter-of-
fact way.
"These be not mortal maidens," said Jack, who was in whimsical
mood. "These be two goddesses from Olympian heights, who have
deigned to visit us for a brief hour."
"And unless you're very good to us," observed Patty, "we'll spread
our wings and fly away."
"Let's do something," said Daisy, restlessly; "it's poky, just
sitting here, doing nothing. I'd like to go in the ocean. It must
be lovely to bounce around in the surf by moonlight."
"You'd bounce into bed with pneumonia," said Patty. "But Jack and
I were talking of motoring. Suppose we take two runabouts and go
for a short spin."
All agreed, and the quartette went to the garage for the cars.
The head chauffeur, who was not of an over kindly disposition,
informed them that Miss Galbraith's runabout was out of commission
for the moment, though Miss Fairfield's was in good shape.
"I'll get mine," proposed Jack, but Bill Farnsworth said, "No, I
don't understand an electric awfully well. Let's take this car. I
can run this O.K., and it will hold the four of us."
"All right," said Jack; "we're only going a few blocks up the
beach. Hop in, Patty."
Farnsworth and Daisy sat in front, and Patty and Jack behind, and
they started off at a brisk speed. The girls declined to go back
to the house for wraps, as it was a warm evening, and the ride
would be short. But when Farnsworth found himself with the wheel
in his hand and a long stretch of hard, white road ahead of him,
he forgot all else in the glory of the opportunity, and he let the
car go at an astonishing speed.
"Isn't this fun!" cried Patty, but the words were fairly blown
away from her lips as they dashed along.
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