" He caught up with
Patty almost in the twinkling of an eye, but she was ready for
him. She had taken off her sunbonnet just to twirl it by the
string, she was so warm with walking, and in a jiffy she had
lifted the clustering curls from her ears, tucked them back with
a single expert movement, and disclosed two coral pendants just
the color of her ear-tips and her glowing cheeks.
"Hello, Patty!" the young man called, in brusque country fashion,
as he reined up beside her. "What are you doing over here? Why
aren't you on your way to the party? I've been over to Limington
and am breaking my neck to get home in time myself."
"I am not going; there are no parties for me!" said Patty
plaintively.
"Not going! Oh! I say, what's the matter? It won't be a bit of
fun without you! Ellen and I made it up expressly for you,
thinking your father couldn't object to a candy-pull!"
"I can't help it; I did the best I could. Wait-still always asks
father for me, but I wouldn't take any chances to-day, and I
spoke to him myself; indeed I almost coaxed him!"
"He's a regular old skinflint!" cried Mark, getting out of the
wagon and walking beside her.
"You mustn't call him names," Patty interposed with some dignity.
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