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.

I'm sure I shan't.
The servants will clear everything up, and Bill will oversee it.

I hate the aftermath of a Fair,--don't you ?" Azalea nodded agreement, and Patty kissed her good-night and went off.
But it was only eight o'clock the next morning when Azalea crept softly downstairs.

She was neatly attired in a cloth suit, with a fresh white shirtwaist and a pretty hat.
She was not at all sleepy or weary-looking and she went out through the pantry to the kitchen.
"Please give me a cup of coffee," she said to the cook, who was just beginning her day's work.
She looked in amazement at Azalea, for she had had no orders over night to serve an early breakfast.
"I'll get you something as quick as I can," she said, good-naturedly.