It was snappily cold, so she went back long enough to catch up a wrap.
The apple blossom kimono was the first thing she saw, so she slipped into it, and went out on the balcony.

The bracing air was delightful, and she walked up and down, drawing long deep breaths of ozone.

There was a low railing round the little balcony and Patty sat down on it.
The ground was only about eight feet below her, for the house was built on a side hill, and the slope was abrupt.
"I could almost lean down and pick violets," she mused, "if there were any to pick.

But it's nowhere near spring, yet." She drew her wrap more closely about her and rose to go in the house again.
"Well!" came in an explosive voice, just below her.

Patty looked down and saw Farnsworth standing there, his face radiant with glad surprise.
"Little Billee!" she exclaimed, impulsively leaning over the rail.
"What are you here for ?" "_You_! And I can't wait another minute! _Jump_!" Not pausing to think, impelled by his quick command, Patty stepped over the rail and jumped.
Farnsworth caught her deftly in his arms just as her feet touched the ground, and held her there.
"Look at me," he said, and his always musical voice had a ring in it Patty had never heard before.
The golden head, bowed against his broad chest, lifted a little, and Patty's blue eyes shone into his own.