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"Oh, what a goody-girl!" said Mr. Fairfield, laughing. "Now, you
see, Virtue is its own reward."
"And I'm SO glad!" Mona declared, fervently. "Oh, Patty, we'll
have perfectly elegant times! I was so afraid you wouldn't WANT to
come to stay with me."
"Oh, yes, I do," said Patty, "but I warn you I'm a self-willed
young person, and if I insist on having my own way, what are you
going to do?"
"Let you have it," said Mona, promptly. "Your way is always better
than mine."
"But suppose you two quarrel," said Mr. Fairfield, "what can you
do then? Patty will have nowhere to go."
"Oh, we won't quarrel," said Mona, confidently. "Patty's too
sweet-tempered,--"
"And you're too amiable," supplemented Nan, who was fond of Mona
in some ways, though not in others. But she, too, thought that
Patty would have a good influence over the motherless girl, and
she was honestly glad that Patty could stay at her beloved
seashore for the rest of the summer.
So it was settled, and Mona went flying home to carry the glad
news to her father, and to begin at once to arrange Patty's rooms.
CHAPTER III
SUSAN TO THE RESCUE
The day that Mr. and Mrs. Fairfield were to start on their trip to
the mountains came during what is known as "a hot spell." It was
one of those days when life seems almost unbearable,--when the
slightest exertion seems impossible.
There was no breeze from the ocean, and the faint, languid land
breeze that now and then gave an uncertain puff, was about as
refreshing as a heat-wave from an opened furnace door.
At the breakfast table, Patty tried to persuade them not to go
that day. "You'll faint in the train, Nan, on a day like this,"
she said. "Do wait until to-morrow."
"There's no prospect of its being any better to-morrow," said Mr.
Fairfield, looking anxious; "and I think the sooner Nan gets away,
the better. She needs cool, bracing mountain air. The seashore
doesn't agree with her as it does with you, Patty."
"I know it," said Patty, who loved hot weather. "Well, perhaps
you'd better go, then; but it will be just BOILING on the train."
"No more so than here," said Nan, smiling. She wore a light pongee
silk travelling gown, which was the coolest garb she could think
of. "But what's bothering me is that Mrs. Parsons hasn't arrived
yet."
"Oh, she'll come to-day," said Patty. "Mona says she telegraphed
yesterday that it was too hot to travel, but she'd surely come to-
day."
Mrs. Parsons was the aunt who was to chaperon the two girls at
"Red Chimneys," and Nan wanted to see the lady before she gave
Patty into her charge.
"But it's going to be just as warm to-day," went on Nan. "Suppose
she can't travel to-day, either?"
"Oh, she'll have to," said Patty, lightly. "If you can travel, I
guess she can. Now, Nan, don't bother about her. You've enough to
do to think of yourself and try to keep cool. I'm glad Louise is
going with you. She's a good nurse, and you must let her take care
of you."
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