"For goodness' sake, Patty Fairfield! WHERE did all these flowers come from?"
"They came in at the window, ma'am, before I closed it," said Patty, demurely.
"Came in at the window! Nonsense, how could they do that?"
"Oh, the breeze was awful strong, and it just blew them in."
"Silly child! But I say, Patty, hurry up and get dressed!"
"I AM hurrying!" and Patty provokingly twisted up her curls with slow, deliberate motions.
"You're NOT! you're dawdling horribly! But you wouldn't, if you knew who was downstairs!"
"Who?"
"Oh, you're very indifferent, aren't you? Well, you wouldn't be so indifferent if you knew who's downstairs."
"Not, by any chance, Bill Farnsworth?"