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PATTY'S BUTTERFLY DAYS
BY
CAROLYN WELLS
Author of
The Patty Books, The Marjorie Books, etc
Illustrations by Martin Lewis
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I DIFFERENT OPINIONS
II MONA'S PLAN
III SUSAN TO THE RESCUE
IV A PERFECTLY GOOD CHAPERON
V A DINNER PARTY
VI AUNT ADELAIDE
VII A GARDEN PARTY
VIII THE HOUSE PARTY ARRIVES
IX BIG BILL FARNSWORTH
X JUST A SHORT SPIN
XI THE WORST STORM EVER!
XII A WELCOME SHELTER
XIII AT DAISY'S DICTATION
XIV PAGEANT PLANS
XV IN THE ARBOUR
XVI THE SPIRIT OF THE SEA
XVII THE APPLE BLOSSOM DANCE
XVIII A COQUETTISH COOK
XIX A FORCED MARCH
XX GOOD-BYE FOR NOW
CHAPTER I
DIFFERENT OPINIONS
"Different men are of different opinions; some like apples, some like
inions," sang Patty, as she swayed herself idly back and forth in the
veranda swing; "but, truly-ooly, Nan," she went on, "I don't care a
snipjack. I'm quite ready and willing to go to the White Mountains,--or
the Blue or Pink or even Lavender Mountains, if you like."
"You're willing, Patty, only because you're so good-natured and
unselfish; but, really, you don't want to go one bit."
"Now, Nan, I'm no poor, pale martyr, with a halo roundy-bout me noble
brow. When we came down here to Spring Beach, it was understood that we
were to stay here part of the summer, and then go to the mountains. And
now it's the first of August and I've had my innings, so it's only fair
you should have your outing."
Though Patty's air was gay and careless, and Patty's tones were
sincere, she was in reality making an heroic self-sacrifice, and Nan
knew it. Patty loved the seashore; she had been there three months, and
loved it better every day.
But Nan cared more for the mountains, and longed to get away from the
sunny glare of the sea, and enjoy the shaded walks and drives of higher
altitudes. However, these two were of unselfish nature, and each wanted
to please the other. But as Patty had had her wish for three months, it
was certainly fair that Nan should be humoured for the rest of the
summer.
The season had done wonders for Patty, physically. Because of her
outdoor life, she had grown plumper and browner, her muscles had
strengthened, and her rosy cheeks betokened a perfect state of health.
She was still slender, and her willowy figure had gained soft curves
without losing its dainty gracefulness.
And Patty was still enthusiastically devoted to her motor-car. Indeed,
it was the realisation that she must leave that behind that made her so
opposed to a trip to the mountains.
Mr. Fairfield and Nan had both dilated on the charms and beauties of
mountain scenery, on the joys and delights of the gay mountain hotels,
but though Patty listened amiably, she failed to look upon the matter
as they did. At first, she had declared her unwillingness to go, and
had tried to devise a way by which she might remain at Spring Beach,
while her parents went to the mountains. But no plan of chaperons or
visiting relatives seemed to satisfy Mr. Fairfield of its availability.
"I can't see it, Patty," he would say; "there is no chaperon for you
that we know of, and I wouldn't leave you here with some stranger
obtained by advertisement. Nor have we any relatives who could come to
look after you. If Nan's mother could come, that would do beautifully.
But Mrs. Allen is in Europe and none of your aunts could leave her own
family. No, girlie, I can't see any way to separate our family."
So Patty, with her unfailing good nature, had agreed to go to the White
Mountains with the others. She admitted, herself, that she'd probably
have a good time, as she always did everywhere, but still her heart
clung to "The Pebbles," as they called their seashore home, and she
silently rebelled when she thought of "Camilla," her swift little
electric runabout.
Patty drove her own car, and she never tired of spinning along the
shore roads, or inland through the pine groves and laurel jungles. She
had become acquainted with many young people, both cottagers and hotel
guests, and the outlook for a pleasant summer and fall at Spring Beach
was all that could be desired from her point of view. But before they
left the city in the spring, Patty had known that Nan preferred
mountain localities and had agreed to the seashore house for her sake;
so, now, it was Patty's turn to give up her preference for Nan's.
And she was going to do it,--oh, yes,--she was going to do it
cheerfully and even gaily. But, though she tried to pretend she didn't
care, Nan knew she did care, and she had tried hard to think of some
way that Patty might be left behind. Nan would willingly have given up
her own desires, and stayed at Spring Beach all summer, but her husband
wouldn't hear of it. Mr. Fairfield said that justice demanded a fair
division of the season, and already three months had been spent at the
seashore, so August and September must be spent in the mountains.
His word was law, and, too, Patty realised the fairness of the plan,
and gracefully submitted to Fate. So, as the first of August was in the
very near future, Patty and Nan were discussing details of the trip.
"It almost seems as if you might take your motor-car, Patty," said Nan,
reflectively.
"I thought so, too, at first; but father says not. You see, not all
mountain roads are modern and well-kept, and, of course, we'll be
moving on, now and then, and Camilla IS a nuisance as luggage. Now,
Nan, no more suggestions, or regrets, or backward glances. I'm going to
the mountains, NOT like the quarry-slave at night, but like a
conquering hero; and I shall have all the mountaineers at my feet,
overwhelming me with their devoted attentions."
"You probably will, Patty; you're easily the most popular girl at
Spring Beach, and if the 'mountaineers' have any taste in such
matters--"
"There, there, Nan, don't make me blush. I'm 'popular,' as you call it,
because I have such a delightful home, and such an attractive
stepmother to make it pleasant for my callers! And, by the same token,
here are a few of them coming now."
Two laughing girls, and a good-looking young man came in at the gate,
and strolled along the drive to the veranda, where Patty and Nan sat.
Lora and Beatrice Sayre were of the "butterfly" type, and their
pale-coloured muslin gowns, broad hats, and fluttering scarfs made the
description appropriate. Jack Pennington was just what he looked like,
a college youth on his vacation; and his earnest face seemed to betoken
a determination to have the most fun possible before he went back to
grind at his books.
"Hello," cried Patty, who was not given to dignified forms of
salutation.
The trio responded gaily, and coming up on the veranda, selected seats
on the wicker chairs, or couches, or the porch railing, as suited their
fancy.
"I say," began young Pennington, conversationally, "we can't let you go
away, Patty. Why, week after next we're going to have the Pageant, and
there are forty-'leven other pleasant doings before that comes off."
"Yes," chimed in Lora Sayre, "we can't get along without our Pitty-Pat.
DO don't go away, Sunshine!"
"But suppose I want to go," said Patty, bravely trying to treat the
subject lightly; "suppose I'm just crazy to go to that stunning big
hotel up in the White Mountains, and have the time of my life!"
"Suppose the moon is made of green pumpkins!" scoffed Jack. "You don't
want to go at all, and you know it! And then, think of the girls,--and
boys,--you leave behind you! Your departure is a national calamity. We
mourn our loss!"
"We do so!" agreed Beatrice. "Why, Patty, I'm going to have a house
party next week, and we'll have lots of fun going on. Can't you wait
over for that?"
"No, I can't," and Patty spoke a little shortly, for these gay plans
made her long more than ever to stay at Spring Beach. "So don't let's
talk any more about me. Tell me about the Pageant,--will it be fine?"
"Oh, yes," said Jack, "the biggest thing ever. Sort of like a Durbar,
you know, with elephants and--"
"No, it isn't going to be like that," said Lora. "They've given up that
plan. It's going to be ever so much nicer than that! They're going to
have--"
"Don't tell me!" cried Patty, laughing, as she clapped her hands over
her ears. "I'd rather not hear about it! I suppose you'll be queen of
it, whatever it is, Lora?"
"I'll have a chance at it, if you're not here! That's the only comfort
about your going away. Somebody else can be the Belle of Spring Beach
for a time."
The good-natured laughter in Lora's eyes took all sting from her words,
and, indeed, it was an acknowledged fact that Pretty Patty was the
belle of the little seashore colony.
"I'm awfully sorry about it," began Nan, but Patty stopped her at once.
"There's nothing to be sorry about, Madame Nan," she cried, gaily;
"these provincial young people don't appreciate the advantages of
travel. They'd rather stay here in one place than jog about the
country, seeing all sorts of grand scenery and sights! Once I'm away
from this place I shall forget all about its petty frolics and its
foolish parties."
"Yes, you WILL!" exclaimed Jack, not at all impressed by Patty's
statements, for he knew how untrue they were.
"And the Country Club summer dance!" said Beatrice, regretfully.
"Patty, how can you be reconciled to missing that? It's the event of
the season! A fancy dance, you know. A sort of Kirmess. Oh, DON'T go
away!"
"Don't go away!" echoed Lora, and Jack broke into one of the improvised
songs for which he was famous:
"Don't go away from us, Patty, Patty,
We can't part with the likes of you!
Stay, and be Queen of the Pageant, Patty,
Patty, Patty, tender and true.
Though you are not very pretty, Patty,
Though you are liked by a very few;
We will put up with you, Patty, Patty,--
Patty, Patty, stay with us, do!"
The rollicking voice and twinkling eyes, which were Jack's chief
charms, made Patty laugh outright at his song. But, not to be outdone
in fun, and also, to keep herself from growing serious, she sang back
at him:
"I don't want to stay at this place,
I don't like it any more!
I am going to the mountains,
Where I've never been before.
I shall tramp the mountain pathways,
I shall climb the mountain's peak;
I don't want to stay in this place,
So I'll go away next week!"
"All right for you!" declared Jack. "Go on, and joy go with you! But
don't you send me any picture postcards of yourself lost in a perilous
mountain fastness,--'cause I won't come and rescue you. So there!"
"What is a mountain fastness?" demanded Patty. "It sounds frisky."
"It isn't," replied Jack; "it's a deep gorge, with ice-covered walls
and no way out; and as the darkness falls, dreadful growls are heard on
all sides, and wild animals prowl--and prowl--and prow-ow-owl!"
Jack's voice grew deep and terrible, as he suggested the awful
situation, but Patty laughed gaily as she said:
"Well, as long as they keep on prowling, they certainly can't harm me.
It all sounds rather interesting. At any rate, the ice-covered walls
sound cool. You must admit Spring Beach is a hot place."
"All places are hot in hot weather," observed Beatrice, sapiently;
"when there's an ocean breeze, it's lovely and cool here."
"Yes," agreed Lora, "when there IS. But there 'most generally ISN'T.
To-day, I'm sure the thermometer must be about two hundred."
"That's your heated imagination," said Jack. "It's really about
eighty-four in the shade."
"Let's move around into the shade, then," said Patty. "This side of the
veranda is getting sunny."
So the young people went round the corner of the house to a cooler
spot, and Nan expressed her intention of going down to the train to
meet Mr. Fairfield.
"You people," began Patty, after Nan had left them, "mustn't talk as
you do about my going away, before my stepmother. You see, we're going
because she wants to go, but it isn't polite to rub it in!"
"I know it," said Beatrice, "but I forgot it. But, I say, Patty, I
think it's too bad for you to be trailed off there just to please her."
"Not at all, Bee. She has stayed here three months to please me, and
turn about is fair play."
"It's Fairfield play, at any rate," put in Jack. "You're a trump,
Patty, to take it so sweetly. I wish you didn't have to go, though."
"So say we all of us," declared Lora, but Patty ordered them, rather
earnestly, to drop the subject and not refer to it again.
"You must write me all about the Pageant, girls," she went on.
"Can't I write too, though I'm not a girl?" asked Jack.
"No!" cried Patty, holding up her hands in pretended horror. "I
couldn't receive a letter from a young man!"
"Oh, try it," said Jack, laughing. "I'll help you. You've no idea how
easy it is! Have you never had a letter from a man?"
"From papa," said Patty, putting the tip of her finger in her mouth,
and speaking babyishly.
"Papa, nothing! You get letters from those New York chaps, don't you,
now?"
"Who New York chaps?" asked Patty, opening her eyes wide, with an
over-innocent stare.
"Oh, that Harper kid and that Farrington cub and that Hepworth old
gentleman!"
"What pretty pet names you call them! Yes, I get letters from them, but
they're my lifelong friends."
"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.