Patty and Azalea. Wells Carolyn

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      "Let's go back around by the garage, I want to see Larry."

      They strolled around through the well-kept vegetable gardens and chicken yards, and came to the garage. Here were the big cars and Patty's own little runabout. Larry, the chauffeur, touched his cap with a respectful smile at Patty, and as Farnsworth talked to the man, Patty stood looking off across the grounds and wondering if any one in the whole world loved a home as she did.

      Then they went on, strolling by the flower beds and formal gardens.

      "And through the land at eve they went," quoted Bill, softly.

      "And on her lover's arm she leant," Patty took up the verse.

      "And round her waist she felt it fold," continued he:

      "Through all the world she followed him," added Patty; "I think our quotations are a bit inaccurate, but we have the gist of Tennyson's ideas."

      "And the gist is—?"

      "That I'm a happy Princess," she smiled.

      "Well, you're in your element, that's certain. I never saw anybody enjoy fixing up a house as you do!"

      "Did you ever see anybody fix up a house, anyway?"

      "I'm not sure I ever did. I had very little home life, dear."

      "Well, you're going to make up for that now. You're going to have so much home life from now on, that you can hardly stagger under it. And I'm going to make it!"

      "Then it will be a real true home-made home! Sometimes, Patty, I fear that with all your tea-houses and formal gardens you'll lose the real homey effect—"

      "Lose your grandmother! Why, in the right hands, all those faddy things melt into one big bundle of hominess, and you feel as if you'd always had 'em. Soon you'll declare you've never lived without a Japanese tea-garden in your back yard!"

      "I believe you! You'd make a home feeling in the Parthenon,—if you chose to live there!"

      "Of course I should! Or in the Coliseum, or in the Taj Mahal."

      "There, there, that will do! Don't carry your vaunts further! Now come around the house, and let's go in under the wistaria. It's a purple glory now!"

      "So it is! What a stunning old vine it is. I did think I'd change the name of the place, but that wistaria over that porch is too fine to be discarded. Let's get Mr. Hepworth up here to paint it."

      "It must be painted, and soon, while it's in its prime. If Hepworth can't come, I'll get somebody else. I want that picture."

      "And let's have some photographs of it. It's so perfect."

      "All right, I'll take those myself,—to-morrow,—it's too late now."

      "And me and Baby will sit in the middle of the composition! Won't that be touching!"

      Patty laughed merrily, but Farnsworth said, "You bet you will! Be ready in the morning, for I'll want a lot of poses."

      CHAPTER II

      GUESTS ARRIVE

      "I refuse to go a step further! This porch of wistaria is the most wonderful thing I ever saw in all my life! When I heard the name of the place, I thought it was crazy,—but of course I see now it's the only possible name! I don't care what's inside the house,—here I am,—and here I stay!"

      Elise Farrington threw off her motor coat, and settling herself on the side seat of the porch, under the drooping bunches of purple bloom, looked quite as if she meant what she said.

      Patty stepped out from the doorway and smiled at her visitor.

      "All right, Elise," she said, "you may. I'll send out your dinner, and you can sleep here, too, if you like."

      "No, I'll come in for my board and lodging, but all the rest of the time look for me here! I'm going to have some lavender frocks made,—dimities and organdies, and then I'll be part of the picture."

      "Oh, do! I can't wear lavender or purple," Patty sighed.

      "Nonsense! Of course you can. You only mean you've never tried. That bisque doll complexion of yours will stand any color. Let's both get wisteria-coloured frocks, and—"

      Elise's plans were interrupted by the appearance of Farnsworth and two men who had arrived for the house party. These were our old friends, Philip Van Reypen and Chickering Channing.

      Still a devoted admirer of pretty Patty, Van Reypen had become reconciled to his fate, and moreover had discovered his ability to take pleasure in the society of other charming young women.

      Channing was the same old merry Chick, and he was exuberant in his praise of the beautiful home of the Farnsworths which he now saw for the first time.

      "Great little old place!" he exclaimed, enthusiastically. "But why such an enormousness? Are you going to keep boarders?"

      "Yes, if you'll stay," laughed Patty. "But, you see it was a bargain,—so we snapped it up."

      "The old story," put in Bill. "Man built it,—went bankrupt,—had to sell at sacrifice. Along came we,—bought it,—everybody happy!"

      "I am," declared Elise; "this is the sort of place I've dreamed of. Beautiful nearby effects, and a long distance view beside. This porch for mine,—all the time I'm here."

      "But you haven't seen the other places yet," Patty demurred. "There's a tea-porch—"

      "Wistaria, too?"

      "Yes, of course."

      "Lead me to it!" and Elise jumped up, and made for the house.

      Then they all strolled through the wide hall and out at the back door on to the tea-porch. This was furnished with white wicker tables and chairs, and indeed, was prepared for immediate use, for a maid was just bringing the cakes and crumpets as the party arrived.

      "Goody!" cried Elise, "can we have tea now, Patty? I'm famished."

      "Yes, indeed," and Patty took her place at the tea table with a matronly air, and began to pour for her guests.

      "It's just as pretty as the other porch," Elise decided, looking critically at the festoons of wistaria, which was on three sides of the house. "But I'll adopt the first one. Anybody looking for me will find me there—'most always."

      "We're always looking for you," said Channing, gallantly, as he took up his teacup, "and it is a comfort to know where to find you. Of late you've been inaccessible."

      "Not to you," and Elise glanced coquettishly from under her eyelashes.

      "To me, then," put in Van Reypen. "I've not seen you, Elise, since I came back from Over There. You've grown a lot, haven't you?"

      "Taller?"

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