And there's going to be a hop tonight! Isn't that gay?
Oh, how do you do, Mr.Hepworth ?" Though Patty's manner took on a shade more of dignity in addressing the older man, it lost nothing in cordiality, and he responded with words of glad greeting.
Hearing the laughter and excitement, Aunt Alice and Mrs.Allen came down from the veranda to sit on the sand by the young people.

Soon Mr.
Fairfield and Mr.Allen and Mr.Elliott, returning from a stroll, joined the party.
The newcomers produced divers and sundry parcels, which they turned over to the ladies, and which proved to contain various new books and magazines and delicious candies and fruits.
"It's just like Christmas!" exclaimed Patty.

"I do love to have things brought to me." "You're certainly in your element now, then," said Mr.Fairfield, looking at his daughter, who sat with a fig in one hand and a chocolate in the other, trying to open a book with her elbows.
"I certainly am," she responded.

"The only flaw is that I suppose it's about time to go in to dinner.

I wish we could all sit here on the sand forever." "You'd change your mind when you reached my age," said Mrs.Allen.