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"Then I suppose I'll have to give you a whole one," Patty sighed, "and I know I won't have enough to go 'round. You know it's late, and there are only ten dances on the list." "And they're half gone!" exclaimed Captain Sayre, as he looked at the card Patty had handed him. "What!" she cried, looking at it herself. Sure enough there was a very big black B. F. written against every other dance!
In summer, until the family exodus to the Maine Coast, the brilliant canopy which extended out over the terrace indicated, as Harrison Miller put it, that the family was "in residence." Originally designed as a summer home, Mrs. Sayre now used it the year round. There was nothing there, as there was in the town house, to remind her of the bitter days before her widowhood.
The orchestra was playing in lively time, and Captain Sayre began to do a lively dance, which was something between a Sailor's Hornpipe and a Double Shuffle. He danced wonderfully well, and as Patty looked at him the spirit of the music inspired her, and throwing off her hat, she prettily caught up the sides of her frilled skirt, and danced, facing him.
Nevertheless, although she never looked at the pews, she was always conscious of two of them. The one near the pulpit was the Sayres' and it was the social calendar of the town. When Mrs. Sayre was in it, it was the social season. One never knew when Mrs. Sayre's butler would call up and say: "I am speaking for Mrs. Sayre. Mrs.
I'll lead you to it, but you may 'hit it off' without realising it." "Lead on, fair lady! From now, you are my superior officer." But Patty turned the subject then, and the pair went gaily on, stopping often to chat with groups of young people, or to admire some decorations. At last, Patty adroitly managed that they should pause near Mona, who stood talking with Lora Sayre and Jack Pennington.
Wheeler, having found in the market the first of the broiling chickens and some fine green peas, bought them first and then sat down to the telephone to invite her friends. Mr. Oglethorpe, the clergyman, and his wife accepted cheerfully; Harrison Miller, resignedly. Then Mrs. Wheeler drew a long, resolute breath and invited Mrs. Sayre. When that lady accepted with alacrity Mrs.
Then, with only a day or so remaining before Dick's departure, and Jim's hand already reaching for the shuttle, Elizabeth found herself the object of certain unmistakable advances from Mrs. Sayre herself, and that at a rose luncheon at the house on the hill. The talk about Dick and Elizabeth had been slow in reaching the house on the hill.
"You tell me more, Lena." "Well, the Floats will represent the Sea and different rivers and all sorts of things like that. And they are all under different committees, and every chairman has to look after her own people." "And whose people are we?" demanded Patty. "Mrs. Sayre has the general committee of floats under her charge."
Sayre, was just about to leave for America, and at Peary's request he transferred to the Roosevelt with his typewriter, to help the Commander with a few of his many notes and records. I dare say that he got an inside view of the question then agitating the world from Washington to Copenhagen; but if so, he has remained forever silent about it.
Counters chatted affably with other counters who chanced to be on adjoining squares, or gleefully sent them home, as they invaded the same square. Patty stood comfortably on a "Safety Spot," with Captain Sayre on the next space but one. "This is a great game," said she. "Isn't Mr. Cromer clever to invent it? Do you know I already see great possibilities in it.
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