Everything was sold out,--or, if not, it was
disposed of by auction after the time-honoured method of Fairs.
Much money had been accumulated for the good cause, and though tired,
the workers were jubilant over the success of Vanity Fair.
"I shall sleep late to-morrow morning," declared Patty, as, after all
the guests were gone, the house party started for bed.
"Me, too," agreed Elise. "I'm glad you haven't anybody staying here but
us. No house guests, I mean, but just Zaly and me."
"I'm glad, too," said Patty. "You see, I expected Father and Nan, but
they've changed their plans and will remain in California another
month."
"They're having a gorgeous trip, aren't they?"
"Yes, indeed, but I wish they'd ever get home! Just think, Father has
never seen Fleurette!"
"She'll be a big girl when they do see her. She's growing like a little
weed."
"Like a little flower, you mean! Don't you just love her name, Elise?"
"Fleurette? Little Flower? Of course I do. The sweetest ever. Does Bill
still call you Patty Blossom?"
"Yes, at times. Oh, he calls me 'most any old thing! He makes up new
names for both of us every day! Come along, Zaly, you're dropping from
sheer weariness. Time for little girls like you to go beddy!"
Affectionately Patty put her arm round the girl, and led her away
upstairs.
"Sleep well," she said, as she left Azalea in her own room. "And don't
come downstairs in the morning before ten or eleven.
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