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Updated: June 26, 2025
You've been awful good to me." "All right, Zaly, send for it, and we'll take a look at it, anyway." Vanity Fair was all that its name implied. By good fortune, the weather was perfect, ideally pleasant and sunshiny, yet not too warm.
"Merritt, of the Flicker Film Company, very much at your service," and the man drew a card from his pocket and presented it. "Well, Mr. Merritt, leave at once, and never return. I don't care for your explanations or excuses. Simply go." Merritt went. "Is that right, Zaly?" Bill said, as the crestfallen visitor left them. "I didn't want any words with him, for I might have lost my temper.
"You can help us lots, I'm sure, Zaly," she said, kindly, "and you'll have a chance to learn about it all. There's heaps of fun in a Fair, especially when it's all novel to you. It's an old story to us, but I always love anything of the sort. We'll have it here, you see, and it will be a lawn fête and a house party and a general hullabaloo!"
"It's all right, Zaly," she said, smiling at her, "you did cut up jinks with my baby, but when you came home to look after her, even when you thought I was here, and when you put up such a great game to rescue her from the enemy's clutches, and succeeded, well, I'm for you!"
"I'll go, Phil," she said, "and I'll bring that young woman to reason! It isn't only coyness, that isn't Azalea's way, but she is honestly troubled about something." But though Patty knocked on Azalea's locked door several times, she heard no response. "Please let me in, Zaly," she begged, "I just want to talk to you a little."
"Who made all this trouble for you?" inquired Patty, casually, her never failing tact instructing her that Azalea would answer that better than protestations of affection. "I made it myself, but that doesn't make it any easier to bear." "Indeed it doesn't," Patty agreed. "But, never mind, Zaly, if you heaped up a mound of trouble, let me help you to pull it down again."
"Oh, all right, I won't. Don't take my head off!" Ray Gale laughed carelessly, and pretended to be afraid of the excited girl. "Why, why, Zaly," said Patty, "who can your friends be that you won't tell their names? I'm surprised!" "Their names are are Mr. and Mrs. Brown," said Azalea, with a defiant look at Raymond, who merely opened his eyes wide and said nothing.
"Oh, pshaw, Zaly, don't go off so suddenly!" Farnsworth laughed lightly, for he had said a little more than he meant to, and he realised, too, that this was neither the time nor the place to have such a serious talk with the girl. "Come along now, and have tea with us all in the tea-house," he said.
Azalea didn't quite know what she was claiming, but as it was really a cessation of the interview that she most desired, she turned on her heel and walked rapidly toward the house. "Hold on!" cried Farnsworth, "not so fast, Zaly. Before you leave me, listen to this.
My lord and master is at home, and I can't give up a precious hour of his companionship." "Oh, you turtle-doves! All right, then, Zaly and I will sally forth to the great metropolis." Elise was spending a month with Patty, and was going later to the mountains with her own family. They were all anxious, therefore, to get the Fair under way, and to hold it while Elise was still there.
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