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"That's the position I'm applying for. Don't you need one more L.
L. F.?" But Patty had turned to the girls, and they were counting
up what few parties were to take place before Patty went away.
"I'd have a farewell party myself," said Patty, thoughtfully, "but
there's so little time now, and Nan's pretty busy. I hate to
bother her with it. You see, we leave next week,--Thursday."
"And our house party comes that very day!" said Beatrice,
regretfully. "And Captain Sayre is coming. He's the most stunning
man! He's our second cousin, and older than we are, but he's just
grand, isn't he, Lora?"
"Yes; and he'd adore Patty. Oh, girlie, DON'T go!"
"I think I'll kidnap Patty," said Jack. "The day they start, I'll
waylay the party as they board the train, and carry Patty off by
force."
"You'd have to get out a force of militia," laughed Patty. "My
father Fairfield is of a sharp-eyed disposition. You couldn't
carry off his daughter under his nose."
"Strategy!" whispered Jack, in a deep, mysterious voice. "I could
manage it, somehow, I'm sure."
"Well, it wouldn't do any good. He'd just come back after me, and
we'd take the next train. But, oh, girls, I do wish I could stay
here! I never had such a disappointment before. I've grown to love
this place; and all you people; and my dear Camilla!" Patty's blue
eyes filled with real tears, as she dropped her light and
bantering manner, and spoke earnestly.
"It's a shame!" declared Jack, as he noted the drops trembling on
the long, curled lashes. "Come on, girls, I'm going home before I
express myself too strongly."
So Jack and the Sayre girls went away, and Patty went up to her
own room.
CHAPTER II
MONA'S PLAN
That night, when Patty was alone in her own room, she threw
herself into a rocking chair, and rocked violently, as was her
habit, when she had anything to bother her. She looked about at
the pretty room, furnished with all her dear and cherished
belongings.
"To go away from all this," she thought, "and be mewed up in a
little bare room, with a few sticks of horrid old furniture, and
nowhere to put things away decently!"
She glanced at her room wardrobes and numerous chiffoniers and
dressing-tables.
"Live in a trunk, I s'pose," she went on to herself; "all my best
frocks in a mess of wrinkles, all my best hats smashed to
windmills! No broad ocean to look at! Nothing but mountains with
trees all over their sides! Nothing to do but walk up rocky, steep
paths to a spring, take a drink of water, and come stumbling down
again! In the evenings, dress up, and promenade eighty thousand
feet of veranda, AS ADVERTISED!"
Roused to a frenzy by her own self-pity and indignation, Patty got
up and stalked about the room. She flung off her pretty summer
frock, and slipped on a blue silk kimono. Then she sat down in
front of her dressing-table to brush her hair for the night.
She drew out the pins, and great curly masses came tumbling down
around her shoulders. Patty's hair was truly golden, and did not
turn darker as she grew older.
She brushed away slowly, and looked at herself in the mirror. What
she saw must have surprised her, for she dropped her brush in
astonishment.
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