"No, not much now. I got it out. But the tip of my finger is painful if
I write. You've your pen in your hand, so just scribble a line for me.
I can sign it."
"Of course I will. Dictate, please!"
Patty took a fresh sheet of paper, and tried to look like a professional amanuensis.
"I really would rather not be the Spirit of the Sea," dictated Daisy, and Patty wrote obediently. "Please try to get some one else for the part. But may I ask you as a personal favour not to speak of the matter to me at any time."
"Thank you," said Daisy, taking the paper from Patty and folding it. "I can sign it, even if I have to use my left hand. I'm going to give it to Mr. Martin for, somehow, I don't want to talk about the matter to him."
"I don't see why," said Patty, a little puzzled.
"Never mind, girlie. You know sometimes there are little foolish reasons we don't like to tell of. Don't say anything about all this to anybody, will you?"
"No, certainly not," said Patty, wonderingly.
"Don't tell any one I asked you to write the note."
"No."