Patty—Bride

"Oh, my darling,--my blessed little girl, how _can_ I go off and leave you? In these times nobody is safe from dangers! But you'll _never_ even run such a chance again, will you?"

"Well, I just am!" and Patty drew back to look in his eyes, and then flung her arms round his neck in a burst of joyous gladness. "But you're so high up, Little Billee,--I can't...

Patty was walking up and down the library, waiting for Little Billee. He had written and he had telegraphed and he had telephoned, and every message changed or contradicted the...

"Oh, no, Patty, that isn't all about it. I'm not going to give you up so easily. You don't _know_ how I care for you. You've no idea what a determined chap I can be,----"

Our Soldier Boy is a tip-top sort, And wherever he may roam, His colours are unfurled for the freedom of the world And the smile of a girl back home. When it's "Forward, March!"...

Captain William Farnsworth sat in his room, opening his morning mail. Or rather, his morning mail was waiting to be opened, while he eagerly perused a letter from Miss Patricia...

"No, dear, that won't be practicable. I shall be in the University Camp, drilling engineers, I suppose, but I want to do more and bigger things than that. I can't tell you all a...

"Well," said Helen Barlow, dashing into Patty's room one morning, "I am certainly having the time of my sweet young life! They may say what they like about the horrors of war, a...

"Here I am!" she cried in return and jumped up to be grabbed in the arms of a handsome, jolly-looking girl who came flying into the room. "Oh, Bumble, I'm so glad to see you!"

Patty was one of these. In a charming costume of thin, fluttering silks and gauzy veils, she went through the slow swaying steps of a characteristic dance, and enthralled the ap...

Patty's bedroom was a pretty, cheery and charming place. The sunlight came in through delicate, lacy curtains, the furniture and appointments were all that a fastidious taste co...

The Sunset Tea-room did not belie its name. The draperies and decorations were of true sunset tints,--gold and amber, with glints of red, and all most harmonious and effective.

Suppose instead of the kind Mrs. Lummis, she had found a disagreeable hostess! But she had fallen on her feet, and with her care-free nature she bothered herself not a whit abou...

Patty straightened Helen's collar, fastened two hooks, found her gloves, tied her veil, and performed a few more odd services for her, and then held her fur coat for her to slip...

"It might as well be the President of the United States, and all his Cabinet, as far as I'm concerned," and Farnsworth scowled at her, "but I'd rather you'd choose anybody than...

"Nice old lady; apple-cheeked, white-haired and quiet-mannered. A little shy, but well-bred and kindly. Old-fashioned dress,--or, rather it looks so, because it's so long. Why,...

"Of course you did, Pattykins, but you would have flown into forty conniption fits if he had stayed longer. I saw you, and you were getting all nervous and 'stericky!'"

"I know my way perfectly," she went on. "The car can leave me at the concert and then take you on to your meeting. Then after the concert, I can hop into a taxicab and go right...

Helen considered. "I think I'll tell them that I'm all right," she said at last. "I mean, I won't tell them what really has happened,--but let them think for tonight that I'm at...