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"Whither away, Patty? " asked Nan, as Patty came downstairs one bright morning in late October, hatted and gowned for the street.
"I'm going out on multifarious errands. First, I shall make a certain florist I wot me of, wish he had never been born. What _do_ you think? I ordered pink chrysanthemums and he sent yellow? Could villainy go further? And then I've some small shopping to do. Any errands?"