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Page 48
Farnsworth gave a short, sharp laugh.
"I can get along without your forgiveness, Daisy, if I can only
get you people home safely. Great Cats, how it rains! I say,
Pennington, what do you think we'd better do? Where's Miss
Fairfield?"
Looking around suddenly, Bill saw no sign of Patty in the
nondescript heap by Jack's side. But at his startled question, a
wet face and a mass of tangled curls and apple blossoms, equally
wet, emerged from the soaking laprobe.
"Here I am!" said a plaintive little voice that tried hard to be
brave. But a sharp flare of lightning sent the golden head
suddenly back to its hiding-place.
"Miss Fairfield is awfully afraid of electrical storms," explained
Jack, patting the wet heap anywhere, in a well-meant attempt at
reassurance.
"Pooh!" exclaimed Daisy. "What a 'fraid-cat! I'm not frightened,--
but I'm terribly wet. I'm soaked! I'm drowned!"
"So are we all, Daisy," said Bill, shivering as the wind flapped
his dripping shirtsleeves; "but what CAN we do? The car won't
move."
"Well, WE can move! Let's get out and walk."
"Why, Daisy, what's the use? Where could we walk to?"
"Well, I think you two men are horrid! You just sit there and let
Patty and me catch our death of cold. Though Patty is wrapped up
snug and warm in that robe. If SHE'S protected you don't care
about ME!"
"Daisy! what nonsense---" began Bill, but Patty's head popped out
again.
"If you think I'm snug and warm, Daisy Dow, you're greatly
mistaken! I NEVER was so uncomfortable in all my life! And I'm
scared besides! That's more than you are!"
Jack Pennington laughed. "While the girls are comparing notes of
discomfort," he said, "how about us, Bill? Do you feel,-er--well-
groomed and all that?"
Farnsworth looked critically at his soaked apparel. "I've been
DRIER," he replied, "but you know, Pennington, I'm one of those
chaps who look well in any costume!"
The absurdity of this speech brought Patty's head out again, and
she felt a shock of surprise to note that the jesting words were
true. Bill Farnsworth, coatless, dripping wet, and exceedingly
uncomfortable, sat upright, tossing back his clustered wet hair,
and positively laughing at the situation.
"Pardon my hilarity," he said, as he caught a glimpse of Patty's
face, "but you're all so lugubrious, somebody MUST laugh."
"All right, I'll laugh with you!" and Patty sat upright, the dark
laprobe held hoodwise, so that she looked like a mischievous nun.
"If you'll please turn off the thunder and lightning, I won't mind
the rain a bit. In fact, I'm getting used to it. I know I was
meant for a duck, anyway."
"Well, Duck, the thunder and lightning are getting farther away,"
said Bill, truly, "but I do believe it rains harder than ever!
What CAN we do?"
"Can't we get under the car?" suggested Daisy.
"Not very well; and it wouldn't help much. It's rather wet, even
under there," and Bill looked at the soaked road.
"We passed a house about a mile back," said Patty, "couldn't we
walk back to that?"
"I thought of that," said Bill, "but I didn't suppose you girls
could walk it,--with those foolish step-ladder heels you're
wearing. And white satin slippers aren't real good style for mud-
wading. I could carry you, Miss Fairfield,--you're only a will-o'-
the-wisp; but Daisy here is a heavyweight."
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