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No one had friends more loyal, and these two old men the stately Major and round little Uncle John fairly worshiped Patsy. No one might suspect, from the simple life of this household, which occupied the second corner flat at 3708 Willing Square, that Miss Doyle was an heiress. Not only that, but perhaps one of the very richest girls in New York.
Then she referred to the letter again. "Apartments D, at 3708 Willing Square. Where's that?" The Major shook his head. So did Uncle John. "Might look in a directory" suggested the latter, uncertainly. "Of course," added the Major. "But what does it all mean?" demanded Patsy, with sudden fierceness. "Is it a joke? Isham, Marvin & Co., the great bankers! What do I know of them, or they of me?"
Number 3708 Willing Square is a very substantial and cozy appearing apartment building owned in fee by Miss Patricia Doyle. Diana was unaware of this fact, but rang the Doyle bell and ascended to the second floor. A maid received her with the announcement that Miss Doyle had "just stepped out," but was somewhere in the building. Would the visitor care to wait a few minutes?
He settled the incomes of substantial sums of money upon both Beth and Louise, making them practically independent. For Patsy he bought a handsome modern flat building located at 3708 Willing Square, and installed her and the Major in its cosiest apartment, the rents of the remaining flats giving the Doyles an adequate income for all time to come.
So she opened the big envelope and unfolded the stiff paper and read as follows: "Miss Patricia Doyle, Becker's Flats, Duggan Street, New York. Dear Miss Doyle: An esteemed client of our house, who desires to remain unknown, has placed at your disposal the furnished apartments 'D, at 3708 Willing Square, for the period of three years, or as long thereafter as you may care to retain them.
"I couldn't sleep a wink tonight if we didn't find out what this all means." "True enough," agreed the Major. "Come along, Patsy; it's this way." Willing Square was not very big, but it was beautiful with flowers and well tended and 3708 proved to be a handsome building with a white marble front, situated directly on a corner.
It was Sunday afternoon in Miss Patricia Doyle's pretty flat at 3708 Willing Square. In the small drawing room Patricia or Patsy, as she preferred to be called was seated at the piano softly playing the one "piece" the music teacher had succeeded in drilling into her flighty head by virtue of much patience and perseverance.
He had given Patsy this cosy little apartment house at 3708 Willing Square and made his home with her, from which circumstance she had come to be recognized as his favorite niece. John Merrick was sixty years old. He was short, stout and chubby-faced, with snow-white hair, mild blue eyes and an invariably cheery smile.
Patsy walked up to him, and ignoring the big gold figures over the entrance she enquired: "Is this 3708 Willing Square?" "Yes, Miss," answered the porter; "are you Miss Doyle?" "I am," she answered, surprised.
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