Patty—Bride. Wells Carolyn

with real cheer, and clasping her quickly, Farnsworth gave her one big, farewell kiss, and rushed out of the door, closing it behind him.

      CHAPTER IV

      THE BOYS IN KHAKI

      “Oh, it was the best plan, but I did hate to have him run off like that.”

      “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 was not! You exaggerate so, Bumble, and I won’t stand it! I was upset, of course, at the thought of his going, but I had absolute control of my nerves. It was all my own fault, – having the party, I mean.”

      “You had the party for me, my child. Don’t think you can fool your grandmother! But it’s all right, and I promised that Sweet William of yours that I’d chirk you up, and keep you so interested and amused that you’d forget his very existence, – let alone forgetting his absence. Besides, there’s a strong belief current in the best circles that absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

      “It can’t ours, – we’re all the fond there is, now!”

      “Turtle-doves! Well, give me a bit more chocolate, and we’ll call it square.”

      The two girls, in boudoir gowns and caps, were having their morning chocolate in Patty’s room, and had eagerly been rehearsing and discussing the party of the night before.

      Helen’s pretty hair was tousled and her cap askew, as, perched cross-legged on a couch, she nibbled toast and sipped chocolate contentedly.

      Patty, fresh and tidy as a rose, sat near by and did the honours of the breakfast tray.

      “You see,” she said, absent-mindedly piling sugar into Helen’s cup, “I’ve decided to be sensible about this thing. I’m not going to – ”

      “You’re going to get a Food Controller after you if you are so lavish with that sugar! For Heaven’s sake, Patty, stop! That’s the third spoonful!”

      “Is it? I wasn’t looking. As I say, I’m going to be sensible about Little Billee’s going away. He’s got to go, and so I may as well make up my mind to it.”

      “Sensible, indeed! Yet it doesn’t seem to me such a marvellous triumph of intellect or such a phenomenal force of will that brings about that resolve!”

      “In one more minute I shall throw a pillow at you, Bumble! I guess if you were engaged to the biggest man in the world, you wouldn’t let him walk off to war – ”

      “He’s going with the whole

      Of his patriotic soul,

      At the call of his country’s flag!”

      sang Helen, trilling the refrain of a song they had all sung the night before.

      “Yes, that’s it. And what am I to stand out against Uncle Samuel?”

      “That’s right, be patriotic and you will be happy, – you are a nice child, Patty.”

      “You would be, if you weren’t so silly!”

      “Me silly! Ah, well, better judges are better pleased!”

      Helen rolled her eyes skyward, in mock resignation, and then began to finger over Patty’s engagement book.

      “Tonight, Elise’s party,” she read; “will that be fun?”

      “Oh, yes, she has lovely parties. And, write it in there for me, Bumble, we’ve decided on next Monday night for a party for the boys in khaki.”

      “All right, I’ll put it down. Who did the deciding?”

      “Phil and I, last night. He says he’ll make application to the Y. M. C. A. committee or something and have them send us the pick of the lot.”

      “How funny! The best-looking ones? Do they have to pass an exam for it?”

      “Don’t be idiotic! Let me tell you, the most desirable ones are merely the ones who most need a little pleasure or entertainment.”

      “How can they tell?”

      “Oh, I don’t know. Perhaps the ones who are farthest from home and mother, – or, who have been ill, – ”

      “Or parted from their best girls?”

      “Yes, those are the saddest cases, of course!”

      “Well, go ahead, I’ll be best girl to ’em.”

      “You see, Philip knows the – the – ”

      “Chaplain?”

      “Well, the somebody, who will pick out the boys, – soldiers and sailors both, and I’ve agreed to entertain a few every Monday night, for the present, anyway.”

      “You’re a good girl, Patty; you’re all right!”

      “Oh, thank you, dear, for your generous praise!”

      “Yes; I foresee these parties will so interest and entertain you, that I’ll not have to work so hard to keep my agreement with your big man to divert your saddened and aching heart.”

      “My heart’s outside your jurisdiction, – and beside, I’m doing this party to entertain you. You know, one can’t have a guest without making strenuous efforts to keep said guest merry and bright, please!”

      “True, yes, true! But, give me half a chance, and I’ll entertain myself. Give me a pleasant home to visit, a lovely hostess, like – ”

      “Oh, thank you!”

      “Like Nan, and a few young men, and I’ll ask nothing further.”

      “I seem to be left out of your scheme of things!”

      “No, no! my angel child, not so, but far otherwise!”

      The vivacious visitor flung aside her pillows and jumped up to embrace Patty in a whirlwind flash of affection. Greatly given to chaffing, Helen was truly fond of Patty, and the two were congenial and affectionate.

      “Now, one more tiny pour of chocolate, and one more popover, and my matutinal meal is finished,” Helen said, resuming her seat.

      “Oh, Bumble! You know you are welcome to all you want, and more too, but – but I thought you did want to – to – ”

      “To help this too, too solid flesh to melt? Well, so I do, – but Patsy, poppet, your talented cook does make such delectable dainties that I can’t resist. Just a teenty-weenty drop of choclum, there’s a dear, sweet cousin-girl!”

      Patty laughed and gave Helen another cup full of the delicious cocoa, and turned her glance aside, as a popover was lavishly buttered.

      The morning mail came then, and as Jane brought the girls their letters, Helen took hers, and suddenly gave a deep and hollow groan.

      “What’s the matter?” asked Patty, but half-heartedly, as her mail contained a letter from Little Billee, which she was eagerly devouring.

      “Matter enough!” wailed Bumble, “that botheration, that pest of my existence, that everlasting nuisance, Chester Wilde, is coming here!”

      “Here? When?”

      “I dunno. Soon, he says. Today, most likely. I think I’ll telephone him not to come.”

      “Why? Why don’t you let him?”

      “Oh, he’s such a persistent – er, wooer.”

      “Don’t you care for him, Helen?”

      “Not enough to marry him, as he insists I must do.”

      “Oh, well, let him come. I’ll talk to him, if you don’t want to. When may he be expected?”

      “Today, I suppose. Oh, of course, he’ll only come to call, – and I forbid you, Patty, to ask him to stay to dinner – or to