Patty thought quickly. She had received a green kimono for Christmas, which she had not worn, and didn't care for. It had been sent her by a distant cousin, who would never know or care what she did with it. "All right," she said, "take it if you like. You have the first right to it." Farnsworth looked disturbed, but did not combat Patty's decision. "But," Patty went on, "I think I have a green one, after all. I've just remembered it. You can take your choice." Stepping aside to her own wardrobe, Patty brought out a box and shook out a very pretty green gown. She put it on, and, draping it gracefully, stood, with her head on one side, observing the effect. She then looked doubtfully at the lady, and said, "I dare 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?"