Patty's Butterfly Days - Carolyn Wells - Bog

"Different men are of different opinions; some like apples, some like inions," sang Patty, as she swayed herself idly back and forth in the veranda swing; "but, truly-ooly, Nan," she went on, "I don't care a snipjack. I'm quite ready and willing to go to the White Mountains, -or the Blue or Pink or even Lavender Mountains, if you like." "You're willing, Patty, only because you're so good-natured and unselfish; but, really, you don't want to go one bit." "Now, Nan, I'm no poor, pale martyr, with a halo roundy-bout me noble brow. When we came down here to Spring Beach, it was understood that we were to stay here part of the summer, and then go to the mountains. And now it's the first of August and I've had my innings, so it's only fair you should have your outing."