Patty drew such a long, deep sigh, that Nan burst into laughter.
"I would feel sorry for you, Patty," she said, "but I can't help thinking that you're quite able to look out for yourself."
"'Deed I am! When they talk mush, I just giggle at 'em. It brings 'em down pretty quick from their highfalutin nonsense!"
The two were sitting in Patty's boudoir, which was such a bright, sunny room that many a morning hour was pleasantly passed together there by these two friends. Patty was fortunate in having a stepmother so in sympathy with her pursuits and pleasures, and Nan was equally fortunate in having warm-hearted, sunny-natured Patty with her.
Jane came in, bringing an enormous box from a florist.
"My prophetic soul!" cried Patty. "My efforts were not in vain! I feel it in my funnybone that my latest Prince Charming has sent me a posy."
Nor was she wrong. The box contained a bewildering array of spring flowers. Delicate blossoms of jonquils, hyacinths, lilacs, daffodils, and other dainty, fragile flowers that breathed of spring.
"Aren't they lovely!" And Patty buried her face in the fragrant mass of bloom.
"Here's a card," said Nan, picking up a white envelope.
Patty drew out Mr. Cameron's card, and on it was written: "To Princess
Poppycheek; that they may tell all that I may not speak."