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After a brisk walk up and down the deck for a time the girls tucked themselves snugly into their deck chairs by the side of the elder Farringtons. "How do you like it so far, Patty?" asked Mr. Farrington. "It's simply perfect," declared Patty enthusiastically. "It's awfully different from what I thought it would be, and ever so much nicer.
The elder Farringtons liked him extremely, and cordially invited him to come to see them while in Paris. "We sha'n't have a house of our own just at first," explained Elise; "we're going to a hotel while father and mother look around and select a house for the winter." "I'm glad," said Patty, "to go to a hotel first. I've never stayed at a big hotel, and I'm sure it will be delightful for a time."
Patty and Elise were convulsed with laughter at the absurdity of it all, and finally the motor man whizzed away, leaving the Frenchwomen chuckling over their marvelous sales, and carrying some excited tourists, who wondered why they had paid so much for ordinary post- cards. Patty's recital of the affair at dinner that night greatly amused the Farringtons, and Mr.
"I'd like to," said Patty, "but I can't promise. It all depends on the Farringtons. I'm their guest, so of course I'm under their orders." "Well, it won't be my fault if we don't have some fun when we come back here," declared Guy, "and I shall do all I can to bring it about."
Also, they selected some little French gilded chairs and queer-shaped ottomans, Patty thinking the while how pretty these would look when transported back to her New York home. After about a week more of hotel life the Farringtons moved to their own home. It was a good-sized house on the Bois de Boulogne, and stood in a small but well-laid out park or garden.
Bouquets of fresh flowers were here and there on small tables in the rooms and halls. The suite of rooms allotted to the Farringtons looked out upon the Place Vendome, and Patty flew to the window to gaze again upon the beautiful scene. The rooms were daintily furnished with the same exquisite taste that prevailed throughout the house.
McAlister, Hope and the Farringtons sat in a cozy group, and Mac, close by, was devoting his small energies to burying his grandfather. The young man stopped to speak to them for a minute; then he moved away towards the spot where Phebe sat alone under her umbrella. "Isn't the surf superb, Miss McAlister?" She looked up from her book rather ungraciously. "Yes, it's very fine."
We're off, pronto!" "Where's Azalea?" Raymond Gale inquired, as, a few moments later, he had his merry party in his car, and took hold of the wheel. "She and Van Reypen went for a long walk," Farnsworth replied. "And the married Farringtons have gone back to town, so this is all our party for the moment." "All right; here we go, then." And the big car rolled down the driveway.
"I will, my dear, if you'll only give me a chance. The Farringtons mean to sail very soon in about a fortnight. They will go on a French liner and go at once to Paris. Except for possible short trips, they will stay in the city all winter. Then the girls can study French, or music, or whatever they like, and incidentally have some fun, I dare say. Mr.
The Van Ness party, the old Ma'amselle, Florrie Nash, Bert Chester, and Mr. Pauvret were all going in the special train to Paris, as the Farringtons were. Patty thought this meant they could all travel together, but to her surprise she found the French trains very different from those on American railroads.
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