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"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."