But remember, it's the last of this foolishness." "I'll remember.

Run along now, and don't show your face below stairs till five.

Cross your heart ?" "Yep.

Cross my heart and hope to never! By-by." Patty ran upstairs and closed her room door behind her.

Never really at a loss to entertain herself, she read some magazines, wrote two or three letters that had been long owing, and then mooned around looking out of her windows at the distant hills, bright with winter sunshine.
She opened the long French window to the balcony and stepped out.