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Page 55
"It was all your fault, Bill!" she exclaimed. "You ought not to
have driven so fast and so far."
"I know it, ma'am," said Big Bill, looking like a culprit
schoolboy. "I'm awful 'shamed of myself!"
"And well you may be!" chimed in Adele Kenerley. "Suppose this
house hadn't been here, what would you have done?"
"I should have built one," declared Bill, promptly.
"So you would!" agreed Patty, heartily.
"You're equal to any emergency, Little Billee; and it WASN'T all
your fault, anyway. _I_ egged you on, because I love to drive
fast, especially at night."
"Very reprehensible tastes, young woman," said Jim Kenerley,
trying to be severe, but not succeeding very well.
"Oh, you might have known this house was here," said Mona. "It's
Mr. Kemper's house. They've gone away for a month. They're coming
back next week."
"Well, they'll find everything in order," said Patty. "We didn't
hurt a thing, except the window, and we've fixed that. We burned
up a lot of their firewood, though."
"They won't mind that," said Mona, laughing. "They're awfully nice
people. We'll come over and tell them the whole story when they
get home."
"And now, can't we go home?" said Patty. "I'm just about starved."
"You poor dear child," cried Mrs. Kenerley. "You haven't had a
bite of breakfast! Come on, Mona, let's take Patty and Daisy home
in one of the cars; the rest can follow in the other."
Two cars of people had come over to escort the wanderers home, so
this plan was agreed upon.
But somehow, Bill Farnsworth managed to hasten the glazier's task,
so that all were ready to depart at once.
"I'll drive the big car," cried Bill. "Come on, Patty," and before
any one realised it, he had swung the girl up into the front seat
of the big touring car, and had himself climbed to the driver's
seat.
"I had to do this," he said to Patty, as they started off. "I must
speak to you alone a minute, and be sure that you forgive me for
the trouble I made you."
"Of course I forgive you," said Patty, gaily. "I'd forgive you a
lot more than that."
"You would? Why?"
"Oh, because I'm such a good forgiver. I'd forgive anybody,
anything."
"Huh! then it isn't much of a compliment to have YOUR
forgiveness!"
"Well, why should I pay you compliments?"
"That's so! Why SHOULD you? In fact, it ought to be the other way.
Let ME pay them to YOU."
"Oh, I don't care much about them. I get quite a lot, you see--"
"I see you're a spoiled baby, that's what YOU are!"
"Now,--Little Billee!" and Patty's tone was cajoling, and her
sideways glance and smile very provoking.
"And I'd like to do my share of the spoiling!" he continued,
looking at her laughing, dimpled face and wind-tossed curls.
"So you shall! Begin just as soon as you like and spoil me all you
can," said Patty, still in gay fooling, when she suddenly
remembered Daisy's prohibition of this sort of fun.
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