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As hitherto remarked, Patty's was an impulsive heart. Suddenly she stretched out her hands toward the wife. "What have I or mine ever done to you that you should seek to injure us so cruelly? Have we wronged you in thought or deed? What is it that has made you my enemy?" "I am not your enemy, Patty," said the elder woman, melting ever so slightly.
"It seems he's very famous, and I'd really like to know something about him." The girl opened her eyes in some surprise at this thirst for gratuitous information; it did not accord with Patty's reputation: and ever after, when it was affirmed in her presence that Patty Wyatt was brilliant but superficial, she stoutly maintained that Patty was deeper than people thought.
"I knew what a treat that would be to you and father." "You are a good girl, Patty," returned her mother, winking away the moisture in her eyes, as she went on with her ironing. "Amabel, don't you be trampling on Patty's best dress, there's a good little lass. Well, as I was saying, Patty, only the children do interrupt so. There, Joe and Ben, just take your sugar-sticks and be off to play.
Mona gave him a full account of the moving-picture play that she and Patty had visited, and told him, too, of Patty's distress over the pictures of Fleurette. Farnsworth was greatly amazed, but, like Mona, he knew Patty could not be mistaken as to the identity of Fleurette.
Waitstill's heart melted, and she lifted Patty's tear-stained face to hers and kissed it. "Well, dear, I would not have had you do this for the world, but it is done, and Mark seems to have been as wise as a man can be when he does an unwise thing. You are married, and you love each other. That's the comforting thing to me." "We do," sobbed Patty.
Then Patty's cry of anguish floated to her from the room across the hall into which they had taken him. "Father! Father!" Only that one word over and over again. "Father! Father!" Only that one word uttered steadily and softly in a tone of imploring helplessness like the wail of a frightened child.
Daisy came into Patty's room then, and the two girls went downstairs together. The guests had gathered for the garden party, and were dotted over the lawns or grouped on the veranda. "Thank goodness it's a warm day," said Patty, as they went down the stairs. "Sometimes on May-day we have to go around in fur coats." At the foot of the staircase Bill Farnsworth waited to greet Patty.
He's seen us, and he's crossing the street." "Well, Patty," said Mr. Pearson, "what are you and Horace doing here?" "We've come shopping," explained Horace. "Patty's going to hunt bargains to send home. She wants to buy eight Christmas presents for three shillings. Isn't she plucky?" he added, with a meaning glance at his father. "You had better take her to Archer's stores," said Mr.
"There are some of the girls coming in at the front gate now," said Marian as she tied the big white bow on Patty's pretty, fluffy hair. "Didn't I time this performance just right?" "You did indeed," said Patty, and kissing her cousin, she ran gaily downstairs.
Will you be havin' a taste of Patty's hot cake before you leave? It's just time for it to be comin' out of the oven! Patty bustled forward to procure it. Nothing pleased the old women more than to show hospitality to any visitors who came to see them. While the cake was being got ready, Clare went out to look at the beehives with Deb.
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