She began to draw off the kimono, but Farnsworth took a step toward her, and with one big swoop, gathered her into his arms.
"Apple Blossom!" he whispered, "my little Apple Blossom girl!"
So impulsive and all-embracing was the action, so swift the kiss that fell on Patty's pink cheek, and so quickly was she released, that she stood, gasping from breathlessness, and astonishment, as others began to return to the room.
Van Reypen was among them, and he called out to Patty:
"We've come for you. If your things aren't all sold, let somebody else look after them. We're going to supper now, and we want all our crowd together."
Gratefully, Patty turned to him, her head still in a whirl from
Farnsworth's audacity, and with Philip she went downstairs.
CHAPTER XIX
PATTY RUNAWAY
The next day was Saturday, and Patty woke to a somewhat dismantled and disordered room. Her bed had been restored to its place, after the guests had departed the night before, but other appointments were a bit lacking. Nan had forbidden her to rise until noon, for the Bazaar had meant a large expenditure of strength and nerve force, and Patty was not robust.
Before she rang for her morning chocolate, she thought over the events of the previous evening. She was furiously angry at Farnsworth. So much so, that she could think of little else.