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.