Patty and Azalea. Wells Carolyn

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      "You've made me all over, Patty," he would sometimes say; "now, I really like these dinky doo-daddles better than the 'old oaken bucket' effects on which I was brought up!"

      And then Patty would beg him to tell her more about his early days and his wild Western life in the years before she knew him.

      It was her great regret that Bill had no parents, nor indeed any near relatives. An only child, and early orphaned, he had lived a few years with a cousin and then had shifted for himself. A self-made man,—as they are styled,—he had developed fine business ability, and had also managed to acquire a familiarity with the best in literature. Patty was continually astonished by his ready references and his quotations from the works of the best authors.

      Indeed, the room he took the deepest interest in furnishing in their new home was the library.

      For the purpose he selected the largest room in the house. It had been designed as a drawing-room or ballroom; but Farnsworth said that its location and outlook made it an ideal library. He had an enormous window cut, that filled almost the whole of one side of the room, and which looked out upon a beautiful view, especially at sunset.

      Then the furnishings were chosen for comfort and ease as well as preserving the dignified effect that should belong to a library. The book cases were filled with the books already owned by the two and new ones were chosen and bought by degrees as they were desired or needed.

      The reference portion was complete and the cases devoted to poetry and essays well filled. Fiction, too, of the lasting kind, and delightful books of travel, biography and humour.

      There were reading chairs, arranged near windows and with handy tables; there were desks, perfectly appointed; racks of new books and magazines; portfolios of pictures, and cosy window seats and tête-à-têtes.

      There were a few fine pictures, and many little intimate sketches by worth-while pencils or brushes. And there were treasured books, valuable intrinsically or because of their inscriptions, that Farnsworth had collected here and there.

      Small wonder, then, that the library was the favourite room in the house and that after dinner Patty proposed they go there for their coffee.

      "Some room!" ejaculated Chick Channing, as they sauntered in and stood about, gazing at the wealth of books.

      "Glorious!" agreed Mona, who had a mere pretence of a library in her own home. "I didn't know you were so literary, Patty."

      "Oh, I'm not. It's Little Billee's gigantic intellect that planned this room, and he's the power that keeps it going. Every week he sends up a cartload of new books—"

      "Oh, come, now, Patty,—I haven't bought a book for a fortnight!" laughed

      Farnsworth. "But I've just heard of a fine old edition of Ike Walton that

      I can get at—"

      "There, there, my son, don't get started on your hobby," implored Channing. "We're ignoramuses, Mona and I, and we want to talk about less highbrow subjects."

      "Count me on your side," said a smiling girl, whose big gray eyes took on a look of awe at the turn the conversation had taken. "I don't know if Ike Walton is a book or a steamboat!"

      The speaker was Beatrice Gale, a neighbour of the Farnsworths. She was pretty and saucy looking,—a graceful sprite, with a dimpled chin, and soft brown hair, worn in moppy bunches over her ears. She was called Betty by her friends, and Patty and Bill had already acquired that privilege.

      "Now, Betty," and Patty shook her head at her, "you are a college graduate as well as a débutante,—you must know old Ike!"

      "But I don't! You see, my début meant so much more to me than my commencement, that all I ever learned at college flew out of my head to make room for all I'm going to learn in society."

      "Have you much left to learn?" asked Elise, looking at the piquant face that seemed to show its owner decidedly conversant with the ways of the world,—at least, her own part in it.

      "Oh, indeed, yes! I only know how to smile and dance. I'm going to learn flirting, coquetry and getting engaged!"

      "You're ambitious, little one," remarked Van Reypen. "Have you chosen your instructors?"

      "I'm sure you won't need any," put in Elise, who was already jealous of Philip's interested looks at the new girl. "I think you could pass an efficiency examination already!"

      "You ought to know," said Betty, with such an innocent and demure look at Elise, that it was difficult to determine whether she meant to be impertinent or not.

      "Let me conduct the examination," said Philip; "shall it be public,—or will you go with me into a—a classroom?" and he looked toward the small "den" that opened from the library.

      "Oh, have it public!" exclaimed Mona. "Let us all hear it"

      "All right," and pretty Betty smiled, non-chalantly. "Go ahead,

      Professor."

      "I will. You know these examinations begin by matching words. I say one word, and you say whatever word pops into your head first."

      "That's easy enough. Proceed."

      "Arden."

      "Forest. I always thought this place ought to have been named the Forest of Arden, because—"

      "Don't talk so much. You must say one word only. Concentrate."

      "Silence."

      "Oh, concentrate wasn't the word! I said that to you—"

      "I thought you were talking to me all the time!"

      "I am. Now be still! Horse."

      "How can I pass my examination if I'm to be still? Wagon."

      "Aeroplane."

      "You."

      "How did you know that I was an aviator?"

      "Never mind; go on with the game."

      "All right. Beaux."

      "Flattery."

      "Chaperon."

      "Hoodwink."

      "Oh, you rascal! Mother."

      "Father."

      "Father."

      "Money."

      "Soft-boiled egg."

      "Messy."

      "American Beauties."

      "Mr. Grant,—he often sends them to me."

      "Music."

      "Dancing."

      "You pass. Now for to see if you're thoroughly grounded in the common branches. Grammar, first. What's a noun, and give examples."

      "A noun's СКАЧАТЬ