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You had better not!" she exclaimed in horrified tones. "But it isn't on my time-table," objected Judith. "Mayn't I do as I please in spare time?" "Why, but Patricia said you must," said Nancy. Nancy, brought up in the traditions of York Hill, felt that it was almost sacrilegious to question the authority of a senior prefect. Judith was aggrieved and a bit defiant. She wanted to finish her story.
"Funny thing is, that no matter how dressy the shore happens to be," she threw a glance about the luxuriant room, "it's just as lonely the first time. Ever been away from home before?" Patricia explained that she had never had a real home till nearly two years ago, but that she had never been entirely separated from both her sisters and friends until now.
Sit there, little one, while I look thee over." She pushed Patricia to the piano bench, and settled herself on the opposite settee by the music stand, and though her scrutiny was amazingly thorough, Patricia was surprised to find that it did not disconcert her in the least. Madame Tancredi was the exact opposite of her friend Milano in all save the kindly spirit of the true artist.
She sat on the tip edge of her chair, and she kept taking out her handkerchief, and shaking it because it was drenched with perfumery, and when she went, she emptied the card-case on the table, and Vera counted the cards. Say, Patricia had left fifty. Wasn't that funny?" "Hush sh!" breathed Valerie, "she might hear you."
She wondered how it could have been placed there without her knowledge, for the slightest motion set the tiny bells on heel and toe a-jingling. She touched it several times just to start the silvery tinkle, then sitting up in bed emptied its treasures out on the counterpane. It was filled with bon-bons and many inexpensive trifles, but down in the toe was a little gold thimble, from Patricia.
I've always had heaps of things given me, but if I could get out-of-doors, and had something alive to play with, I'd let the other things go every time. I am a bit puzzled about Archibald's and Tommy's." "I'll run home and get some of the little boys' toys," Nell offered. When supper was over, while Patricia went, as she called it, "shopping up garret," Nell made a hurried trip home and back.
"Ah, my dear, you are the noblest man I have ever known; I wish we women could be like men. But, oh, Jack, Jack, don't be quixotic! I can't give you up, my dear that would never be for my good. Think how unhappy I have been all these years; think how Rudolph is starving my soul! I want to be free, Jack; I want to live my own life, for at least a month or so " Patricia shivered here.
"Maybe she did when she was going to school; there's the bell now!" "Bet I'll be there first," Patricia said, darting ahead. But she wasn't; it seemed as if all the babies and dogs in town chose that particular moment to get right in her path, avoiding with equal skill Nell's eager rush.
The absurdly inadequate idea that they might consider it unjustifiable greed in him to grasp so great a prize as Patricia Connell when they had already given him so much assailed him. Both men were aware of his unusual embarrassment and neither of them made the slightest attempt to help him out, for Mr. Aston had a very fair idea of what had happened, and had conveyed his suspicions to Aymer.
What you think he's goin' say when Miss Julia tells him?" Patricia was absorbed in eating bread and milk. "It must be dreadful to be really starved, Sarah," she observed. "Where you get your dinner, Miss P'tricia?" "I didn't have any," Patricia answered. "My sakes!" Further speech failed Sarah. She turned away. Patricia's next visitor was old Cæsar.
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