Adele went up in a few moments and found Patty leaning far out of her window.
"What ARE you doing, child? Don't lean out so far; you'll fall!"
Patty proceeded to draw herself back into the room. "Of course I won't fall, Adele! I was only trying to breathe all this whole May-day into my lungs at once. It's so beautiful."
"It is, I know; but, Patty, darling, you MUST behave yourself. Lie down and take a little sleepy-by till three o'clock. Then you can get dressed for the party."
"'I will be good, dear mother, I heard a sweet child say,'" trilled
Patty, as she took down her hair and put on a kimono.
Then Adele tucked her up on the couch, in a nest of pillows and under a soft down quilt.
"Of course I trust you," she said, as she patted her shoulder, "oh, OF COURSE I trust you! but all the same, my lady, I'm going to lock you in!"
"What!" cried Patty.
But even as she spoke, Adele had scurried across the room, drawn out the key, and was already locking the door from the other side.
"Well!" thought Patty, "that's a high-handed performance! I don't really care, though. Now that I'm here, so comfy, I realise that I am tired." And in about two minutes Patty was sound asleep.