MAY-DAY
May-Day, contrary to its custom, was a perfectly beautiful, balmy, sunshiny day.
Adele drew a long sigh of relief when she opened her eyes to this fact, for as the hostess of a large and elaborate garden party she had no care so great as the question of weather. And as all outdoors was a mass of warm sunshine, she felt sure of the success of her fete.
After luncheon she ordained that Patty should go to her room for a nap, as she had worked hard all the morning, and must not look fagged at her coronation.
"Make Daisy go too, then," said Patty, pouting, as she started upstairs.
"No, Daisy can do as she likes. She isn't tired and you are."
"But then Daisy will be here when the boys come, and I won't."
"You insatiable little coquette! You go right straight to your room and go to bed! You hear me?"
"Yes, ma'am, but I can't sleep. I'm too 'cited!"
"Well, you can rest. Get yourself into a kimono,—and I'll come up in a minute and tuck you up."