“Yes, he did very well. But I mean about the fortunes. How did you know about the man Daisy is so interested in,—the one who wants to be Mayor of——”
“Sh! that’s a state secret. I know lots of things, but I keep them to myself.”
“All right,” said Patty, seeing he was in earnest. “But about somebody leaving me money. Did you make that up?”
“Not entirely,” and Kit still looked serious. “Perhaps you will receive a legacy some day. But did you note what I told you about your fate?”
“No,” said Patty, as she ran away back to the house.
CHAPTER X
GOOD-BYE, SWEETHEART
The days sped all too quickly at Freedom Castle. And on one golden, shining September afternoon, Patty realised that the next day they were all to go home.
“I don’t want to go, Billy boy,” she said, wistfully.
She was sitting in a swing that she had herself contrived, and Chick had achieved for her. It was a tangle of wistaria vine, pulled down from the great oak tree that it had climbed, and fashioned into a loop. This they had decorated with more sprays of the parent vine itself, and often Patty, or the others, added autumn leaves or trailing creepers or bunches of goldenrod or sumach till the swing was usually a rather dressy affair. One couldn’t swing far in it, but then one didn’t want to, and it was a charming place to sit.