She flew from one chair to another, she flung herself on the davenport, and back to the window-seat; she pulled aside the curtains and stared down the street, in fact, she flew around, Bumble declared, like a hen with her head off.
“Fly, if you like, Patty,” Nan said, kindly; “it may help some.”
It was three o’clock, and she had expected Bill momentarily since one. And at last she saw him! The big man came swinging round a corner and looking up, saw Patty’s face at the window.
He paused at the sight, and the two stood, beaming at each other.
“Oh, there he is!” Nan cried. “Come, Bumble, let’s leave them to themselves for a few minutes.”
“A few hours!” Patty called out, as the two slipped from the room, and then Farnsworth came in.
He found a Patty smiling with joy, not nervous now, but a lovely shining-eyed girl, with welcoming arms outstretched and a soft flush tinting her cheeks.
“Blossom Girl!” he cried, and then he clasped her in a big whole-souled embrace, that nearly swept her off her feet.
Close he held her, in a happy silence, then he gently lifted the flower-face and kissed the quivering lips.
“Oh, my dearest, my Best Beloved, I thought I’d never get here! The trains crawled, the waits were interminable! But I’m here, and I have you in my arms and nothing else matters!”