“Why do you always have these uncertain things trailing around you, Patty?” asked Floyd, as an end of the veil brushed against his cheek.
“Oh, they’re so comforting,” laughed Patty, as she disentangled her scarf from his grasping fingers.
The Wonderers had gathered in the palm garden to say good-by to Patty.
Milly Mills was in tears, for Patty had been very kind to her, and the strange, silent girl had learned to love her dearly.
“I wonder what we’ll do without our Patsy,” said Violet, as she caressed Patty’s hand.
“Follow her up,” said Lank, promptly. “I’ve been trying to persuade the governor to go on to Florence, and though he says no, he’s sort of half-hearted about it. Perhaps you can coax him ’round, sister.”
“Perhaps I can,” said Violet, smiling hopefully. “I’ll try anyway. And if not, we’ll meet in New York, won’t we, Patty?”
“Yes, indeed. We’re going to have a reunion there some day, and all the Wonderers will walk on Broadway and Fifth Avenue, hunting for something to wonder at.”
“And finding it, too!” said Lank. “We’ll show Europeans that little old U. S. A. is O. K.”
“Sounds like a riddle,” said Caddy Oram. “But I’m going to the States some day, and indeed we will have a reunion. If we can’t have the whole eight at once, we’ll reune, a few at a time.”