Patty's Suitors. Wells Carolyn

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СКАЧАТЬ that's the queer part of it. Perhaps the wires were crossed and he heard me talking."

      "H'm," said Patty, "perhaps he did. When are you going to meet him,

      Elise?"

      "I don't know; but Marie says she'll have a few friends to tea some day soon, and she'll ask him. She says it'll have to be a very small tea, because he hates to meet people."

      "Why doesn't she have just you two? I think it would be more romantic."

      "Oh, nonsense. This isn't romance. I think Mr. Cameron is a freak, anyway. But it's all amusing, and I hope you'll be at the tea, yourself, Patty."

      "I will if I'm asked," said Patty.

      CHAPTER III

      THE HEPWORTHS AT HOME

      It was the day of Christine's home-coming, and Patty was busy as a bee preparing for the great event. The pretty apartment where the Hepworths were to live was all furnished and equipped, but Patty was looking after the dainty appointments of a party.

      Not a large party, only about a dozen of their own set. Nan was there, too, and Elise Farrington, and they were arranging flowers in bowls and jars and vases, till the rooms were a bower of blossoms.

      "What time will they arrive?" said Elise.

      "We expected them about six o'clock," returned Patty; "but I had a telegram, and their train is delayed, so they can't get here until nine. So I want the party all assembled when they come. It's five now, and everything's about done, so we can scoot home and get some dinner and get dressed, and be back here before they arrive. I'll be here by half-past eight, for the caterers are coming then, and I want to see about the table."

      So they all went home to dress, and before half-past eight Patty was back again.

      There were two maids already installed, but Patty found plenty to do in superintending matters, and she hadn't much more than completed the decorations of the table, when the guests began to come.

      "Isn't the apartment lovely?" exclaimed Mona Galbraith, as she went through the rooms. "This music-room, or living-room, or whatever you call it, is just dear! Who selected the furnishings?"

      "Oh, Mr. Hepworth and Christine," said Patty; "two artists, you know; of course the rooms ought to be beautiful. It is a lovely place, and just the right setting for that darling of a Christine."

      The whole merry crowd were assembled in the living-room, when the bride and groom arrived. A shout of welcome went up from the young people, and Christine was smothered in girlish embraces, while the men vigorously shook Mr. Hepworth's hand, or clapped him on the shoulder, in their masculine way of congratulation.

      Christine looked very sweet and smiling, in a pretty travelling gown, but Patty carried her off at once and insisted that she get into a house gown.

      "The idea," said Patty, "of a hostess in a high-collared frock and all her guests in evening dress!"

      So Christine quickly changed to a little chiffon gown of pale green and

      Patty tucked a pink rose in her hair and some more in her belt.

      "Now you look like a bride," said Patty, nodding approval at her, and leading her to a mirror; "look at that vision of beauty! Aren't you glad I made you change?"

      "Yes, ma'am," said Christine, in mock humility; "it's much better so."

      The evening was a merry one. They danced and they sang and they chatted and finally they had the delightful supper that Patty had ordered.

      Christine, blushing prettily, took the head of the table, while Gilbert

      Hepworth, with a proud air of proprietorship, sat at the other end.

      Patty, as guest of honour, sat at the right hand of her host.

      "It has always been my aspiration," she said, with a beaming smile at Christine, "to have a married friend to visit. I warn you, Christine, I shall spend most of my time here. There's one little nook of a bedroom I claim as my own and I expect to occupy it very frequently. And, besides, I have to give you lessons in housekeeping. You're a great artist, I know, but you must learn to do lots of other things beside paint."

      "I wish you would, Patty," and the little bride looked very much in earnest; "I truly want to keep house, but being an artist and a Southern girl both, I don't believe I'm very capable."

      "You're a blessed dear, that's what YOU are"; and Patty turned to

      Hepworth, saying, "Isn't she?"

      "Yes, indeed," he returned; "I've only just begun to realise the beautiful qualities in her nature. And it is to you, Patty, that I owe my happiness. I shall never forget what you did in order that Christine might come to New York."

      "And now we are surprised at the result," said Patty, who never could be serious for long at a time. "Come on, people, you've had enough supper, let's have one more dance and then we must go home and leave these turtledoves to their own nest."

      But the one dance proved to mean several, until at last Patty said, "This will never do! Christine is all tired out, and as the superintendent of this party I order you all to go home at once."

      The others laughingly agreed, except Philip Van Reypen, who came near Patty and murmured, "You haven't danced with me once to-night, and you've been awful cruel to me lately, anyway. Now let us have one more dance in honour of the bride's home-coming."

      "No," said Patty, firmly, "not another dance to-night."

      "Just a part of one, then," begged Philip; but Patty was inexorable.

      And so the merry crowd dispersed, Patty lingering a moment to give Christine a good-night kiss and wish her every blessing and happiness in her new home.

      "And I have you to thank for it all, Patty dear," said Christine, her blue eyes looking lovingly into Patty's own.

      "Nonsense, thank your own sweet self. You well deserve the happiness that has come to you. And now good-night, dear; I'll be over some time to-morrow."

      The laughing group went away, and as it had been planned, Mona took

      Patty home in her car.

      "I wish you'd go on home with me, Patsy," said Mona, as they rolled along toward Patty's house.

      "Can't possibly do it. I've a thousand and one things to look after to-morrow morning."

      "But it isn't late; really it's awfully early. And I'll send you home early to-morrow morning."

      "No, I mustn't, really, Mona. I have to look after some things for the Happy Saturday Club, which it won't do to neglect. And I want to run over to Christine's to-morrow morning, too. I have some things to take to her."

      "Do you know, Patty, I think they're an awfully humdrum couple."

      "Who? The Hepworths? Oh, I don't think humdrum is the right word,—they're just serious-minded."

      "But Mr. Hepworth is so old and prosy, and Christine seems to me just a little nonentity."

      "Now, Mona, that isn't fair. Just because you are a frivolous-headed butterfly of fashion, you oughtn't to СКАЧАТЬ