Patty's Perversities

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Copyright, 1881,
By JAMES R. OSGOOD AND COMPANY.
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There is one thing sure, mused Patty Sanford, newly awakened by the sun's rays which streamed through her honeysuckle-draped casement; there is one thing sure,—I shall go to the picnic with whom I like: else why should I go at all? To-day they will come to invite me. Burleigh will come, of course; but it is easy to get rid of him. Then Clarence Toxteth is sure to ask me. How it piques the girls to see me behind his span! Clarence's span is so nice! It is a pity he isn't—I mean I wish I liked him better. But he isn't always saying horrid things, like Tom Putnam. I wonder if Tom will ask me. I do so hope he will, so I can snub him. I'm sure, she continued to herself, in her energy raising herself upon her dimpled elbow,— I'm sure I don't know anybody who needs snubbing more than he. If he only would come after Clarence has invited me, that would be fun. He'd manage to come out superior, though, in some way. He always does; and that's the worst of him—or the best, I'm not quite certain which. There! Will would say I was 'moonier than the moon.'—Flossy, Floss!
Yes, answered a sleepy voice from the next chamber.