The two went out of doors together. Azalea jumped at the chance, and
running into the library, glanced over the letters Farnsworth had
written. As she had surmised, there was one addressed to Samuel Thorpe,
Horner's Corners, Arizona.
Azalea didn't touch it. She merely glanced at her wrist-watch and
hurried up to her own room.
Sitting there at the pretty desk, she wrote two or three letters, and
sealed and addressed them.
Then, sitting on her window-seat, she looked out over the beautiful
lawns and gardens. She saw Bill and Patty walking about, pausing here
and there. She knew they were selecting places for the booths and stands
to be used at the forthcoming Fair.
How happy they were! And how miserable she was! She looked at them
enviously, and then again she tossed her hand, in her defiant way, and
turned from the window.
At luncheon Azalea was very sweet and pleasant. She talked with
Farnsworth gaily, and discussed the Fair with Patty and Elise.
"I'm going to donate some lovely things for the sale," she said. "I've
written home for some Indian baskets and Navajo blankets, and some
beadwork."
"Good gracious, Azalea," cried Elise, "you'll outshine us all in
generosity! I'm making some lace pillows and boudoir caps, but they
won't sell as well as your gifts."
"It's very kind of you, dear," and Patty smiled at the Western girl with
real gratitude. "I wonder what booth you'd rather serve in, Azalea," she
went on.
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