say you like
the blue one better, after all. This is a very pale green."

"It's a lovely green! Just the shade I like best. If you're willing,
I'll take the green one, by all means."

"Whichever you choose," and Patty swished the green folds around to
catch the light. Very becoming it was, and on pretty Patty it looked a
dream of loveliness.

"It's just bewitching," declared the gratified purchaser, and she paid
for it and left her address to have it sent home.

"Good work!" said Farnsworth, laughing, as the lady passed on to look
at other tempting wares. "You hypnotised her into taking the green
one. I say, Patty, I want to make you a present of that apple-blossom
wrap; mayn't I?"

"It isn't a wrap," said Patty, disdainfully, "it's a kimono, and the
very prettiest one I ever saw."

"All right. I don't care what the dinky thing's name is. It's the
most exquisite colouring, and it suits you down to the ground."

"It fits me down to the ground, too," laughed Patty, flinging the robe
on again, and gathering up its lustrous folds. It was too long for
her, but that, of course, could be remedied.

"Yes, you'll have to take a reef in it. Will you accept it, Little
Apple Blossom?"

"It's very expensive," Patty demurred, looking over her shoulder at the
graceful lines of the garment.

"That doesn't matter," and Farnsworth pulled out a roll of bills from
his pocket.

Patty gave him a scornful look. "Don't be so ostentatious!" she
flouted. "I didn't mean you couldn't afford it. I mean, I don't care
to accept a gift of such value. I know,--we all know--you have the
wealth of the Indies!"

Farnsworth looked at her in sheer amazement, a deep red flush stealing
over his face. Then, for a moment, he held her eyes with his own,
looking steadily at her.

"Very well," he said, gently, returning his money to his pocket. "I
won't give it to you, if you don't want me to."

"Oh, gracious to goodness! what a kimono!" cried Daisy Dow, who came
flying into the room, "I never saw such a beauty! I want it! Is it
yours, Patty? No? Oh, you're just trying it on."

"I'm considering its purchase," said Farnsworth, "if I can find
somebody to give it to. Do you like it, Daisy?"

"Do I _like_ it! It's the loveliest thing in the whole Sale! By the
way, just look at the presents I've had!"

Sure enough, Daisy was adorned with two or three gay-coloured sport
sashes, over her arm were two silk sweaters, and she c