Carolyn Wells

Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. Quite aside from its natural characteristics, there is an atmosphere about a college town, especially a New England college town, that is unmistakable. It is not so much actively intellectual as passively aware of and satisfied with its own intellectuality. The beautiful little town of Corinth was no exception; from its tree-shaded village green to the white-columned homes on its outskirts it fairly radiated a satisfied sense of its own superiority. Not that the people were smug or self-conceited. They merely accepted the fact that the University of Corinth was among the best in the country and that all true Corinthians were both proud and worthy of it. The village itself was a gem of well-kept streets, roads and houses, and all New England could scarce show a better groomed settlement. In a way, the students, of course, owned the place, yet there were many families whose claim to prominence lay in another direction. However, Corinth was by all counts, a college town, and gloried in it. The University had just passed through the throes and thrills of one of its own presidential elections. The contest of the candidates had been long, and at last the strife had become bitter. Two factions strove for supremacy, one, the conservative side, adhering to old traditions, the other, the modern spirit, preferring new conditions and progressive enterprise. Hard waged and hard won, the battle had resulted at last in the election of John Waring, the candidate of the followers of the old school. Waring was not an old fogy, nor yet a hide-bound or narrow-minded back number. But he did put mental attainment ahead of physical prowess, and he did hold by certain old-fashioned principles and methods, which he and his constituents felt to be the backbone of the old and honored institution.

Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. Yes, that's my bag. I left it at the lace counter. Thank you. Please give it to me. What? I must prove property? Why, don't you see it's mine? That twisty silver monogram on the side is really E. C. S. That's my name, Ella C. Saunders. I told Jim I thought the letters were too wiggly to be easily read, but I never thought anybody'd want to read it but me. Describe contents? Why, of course I can describe the contents In one pocket is a sample of lace, just Platte Val, you know, not an expensive lace, and with it-I think it's with it-is a sample of rose-colored cr pe de Chine-that is, not exactly rose-colored-sort of crushed plummish or burnt magenta-but no-come to think, I left those samples with my dressmaker. Well, anyway, there's a Subway ticket-or let me see, did I use that coming down? I believe I did Well, there's a little memorandum card that slips in-the celluloid sort, you know. No, there's nothing written on it. I don't use it because, though they pretend you can wash them like a slate, you can't. They just smudge. What do you mean by saying I haven't told a definite thing yet? I've told you lots Well, there's some money-I don't know how much; some chicken feed, as Jim calls it-and a five-dollar bill, I think-oh no-I paid that to the butcher. Well, there must be a one-dollar bill-two, maybe. Oh, and there's a little pencil, a goldy-looking one; it came with the bag. And some powder-papers-those leaves, you know; but I believe I did use the last one yesterday at the matin e. Oh, dear, how fussy you are I tell you it's my bag; I recognize it myself. Can't I tell you of some personal belongings in it so you'll be sure? Why, yes, of course I can. My visiting-card, Mrs. James L. Saunders, is in that small inside pocket.

Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. "Well," said Marjorie, "I think it's too perfectly, awfully, horribly dreadful for anything in all this world " "I do, too," agreed King. "It's a calamity, and a catastrophe and a cat, -a cata-cataclysm " "Of course it is," said Kitty, who was philosophical. "But as it's all settled, and we've got to live through it, we may as well make the best of it." "The best of it " grumbled King; "there isn't any best It's all outrageously horrid, and that's all there is about it I don't see how we can stand it." "S'pose we say we just won't stand it," suggested Marjorie; "do you think they'd stay home?" "No, indeedy " declared King. "You know as well as I do, the tickets are bought, and everything is arranged for." "Even us," said Kitty, sadly. "Yes; even us," repeated her brother. "And how are we arranged for? Left in charge of Larkin Old Loony Larkin "

Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. "Oh, Little Billee Come quick, for goodness' sake The baby's choking " Patty was in the sun parlour, her arms full of a fluttering bundle of lace and linen, and her blue eyes wide with dismay at her small daughter's facial contortions. "Only with laughter," Bill reassured her after a quick glance at the restless infant. "Give her to me." The baby nestled comfortably in his big, powerful arms, and Patty sat back in her chair and watched them both. "What a pleasure," she said, complacently, "to be wife and mother to two such fine specimens of humanity She grows more and more like you every day, Little Billee." "Well, if this yellow fuzz of a head and this pinky peach of a face is like anybody in the world except Patty Farnsworth, I'll give up Why, she's the image of you, -except when she makes these grotesque grimaces, -like a Chinese Joss." "Stop it You shan't call my baby names She's a booful-poofle She's a hunny-bunny She's her mudder's pressus girly-wirly, -so she wuz "

Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. "I think Labour Day is an awfully funny holiday," remarked Patty. "It doesn't seem to mean anything. It doesn't commemorate anybody's birth or death or heroism." "It's like Bank Holiday in England," said her father. "Merely to give the poor, tired business man a rest." "Well, you don't specially need one, Daddy; you've recreated a lot this summer; and it's done you good, -you're looking fine." "Isn't he?" said Nan, smiling at the finely tanned face of her husband. The Fairfields were down at "The Pebbles," their summer home at the seashore, and Patty, who had spent much of the season in New England, had come down for a fortnight with her parents. Labour Day was early this year and the warm September sun was more like that of midsummer. The place was looking lovely, and Patty herself made a pretty picture, as she lounged in a big couch hammock on the wide veranda. She had on a white summer frock and a silk sweater of an exquisite shade of salmon pink. Her silk stockings were of the same shade, and her white pumps were immaculate. Mr. Fairfield looked at the dainty feet, hanging over the edge of the hammock, and said, teasingly, "I've heard, Patty, that there are only two kinds of women: those who have small feet, and those who wear white shoes."

Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. "I do think waiting for a steamer is the horridest, pokiest performance in the world You never know when they're coming, no matter how much they sight them and signal them and wireless them " Mrs. Allen was not pettish, and she spoke half laughingly, but she was wearied with her long wait for the Mauretania, in which she expected her daughter, Nan, and, incidentally, Mr. Fairfield and Patty. "There, there, my dear," said her husband, soothingly, "I think it will soon arrive now." "I think so, too," declared Kenneth Harper, who was looking down the river through field-glasses. "I'm just sure I see that whale of a boat in the dim distance, and I think I see Patty's yellow head sticking over the bow." "Do you?" cried Mrs. Allen eagerly; "do you see Nan?" "I'm not positive that I do, but we soon shall know, for that's surely the Mauretania." It surely was, and though the last quarter hour of waiting seemed longer than all the rest, at last the big ship was in front of them, and swinging around in midstream. They could see the Fairfields clearly now, but not being within hearing distance, they could only express their welcome by frantic wavings of hands, handkerchiefs, and flags. But at last the gangplank was put in place, and at last the Fairfields crossed it, and then an enthusiastic and somewhat incoherent scene of reunion followed.

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Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. "It IS a boofy frock, isn't it, Nansome?" Patty craned her head over her shoulder, as she waited for her stepmother's response, which was only, "Yes." "Oh, my gracious, Nan Enthuse Don't you know half the fun in life is enthusiasm?" "What shall I say?" asked Nan, laughing. "Oh, say it's a peach a hummer a lallapaloosa " "Patty, Patty what language " "Oh, yes; I forgot I meant to stop using slang. But when any one is so lukewarm in her admiration as you are, forcible language is called for." "Well, it certainly is a lovely gown, and you never looked prettier. There since you are fishing for compliments, are you pleased now?" Patty was far from being conceited over her pretty face, but she honestly liked admiration, and, indeed, she was accustomed to receive it from all who knew her. At the present moment, she was standing before a long mirror in her boudoir, putting the last touches to her new party toilette. Louise, the maid, stood by, with a fur-trimmed wrap, and Patty drew on her long gloves with a happy smile of anticipation.

Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. "A bit thick, I call it," Pollard looked round the group; "here's Mellen been dead six weeks now, and the mystery of his taking-off still unsolved." "And always will be," Doctor Davenport nodded. "Mighty few murders are brought home to the villains who commit them." "Oh, I don't know," drawled Phil Barry, an artist, whose dress and demeanor coincided with the popular idea of his class. "I've no head for statistics," he went on, idly drawing caricatures on the margin of his evening paper as he talked, "but I think they say that only one-tenth of one per cent, of the murderers in this great and glorious country of ours are ever discovered." "Your head for statistics is defective, as you admit," Doctor Davenport said, his tone scornful; "but percentages mean little in these matters. The greater part of the murders committed are not brought prominently before public notice. It's only when the victim is rich or influential, or the circumstances of some especial interest that a murder occupies the front pages of the newspapers."

Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. "Hello, Dolly," said Dotty Rose, over the telephone. "Hello, Dot," responded Dolly Fayre. "What you want?" "Oh I can't tell you this way. Come on over, just as quick as you can." "But I haven't finished my Algebra, and it's nearly dinner time, anyway." "No it isn't, -and no matter if it is. Come on, I tell you You'd come fast enough if you knew what it's about " "Tell me, then." "I say I can't, -over the telephone. Oh, Dolly, come on, and stop fussing " The telephone receiver at Dotty's end of the wire was hung up with a click, and Dolly began to waggle her receiver hook in hope of getting Dotty back. But there was no response, so Dolly rose and went for her coat. Flinging it round her, and not stopping to get a hat, she ran next door to Dotty Rose's house. It was mid January, and the six o'clock darkness was lighted only by the street lights. Flying across the two lawns that divided the houses, Dolly found Dotty awaiting her at the side door.

Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. As the character of a woman may be accurately deduced from her handkerchief, so a man's mental status is evident from the way he opens his mail. Curtis Keefe, engaged in this daily performance, slit the envelopes neatly and laid the letters down in three piles. These divisions represented matters known to be of no great interest; matters known to be important; and, third, letters with contents as yet unknown and therefore of problematical value. The first two piles were, as usual, dispatched quickly, and the real attention of the secretary centred with pleasant anticipation on the third lot. "Gee whiz, Genevieve " As no further pearls of wisdom fell from the lips of the engrossed reader of letters, the stenographer gave him a round-eyed glance and then continued her work.

Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. "Isn't Mrs. Phelps too perfectly sweet That is the loveliest fan I ever laid eyes on, and to think it's mine " "And will you look at this? A silver coffee-machine Oh, Nan, mayn't I make it work, sometimes?" "Indeed you may; and oh, see this A piece of antique Japanese bronze Isn't it great?" "I don't like it as well as the sparkling, shiny things. This silver tray beats it all hollow. Did you ever see such a brightness in your life?" "Patty, you're hopelessly Philistine But that tray is lovely, and of an exquisite design." Patty and Nan were unpacking wedding presents, and the room was strewn with boxes, tissue paper, cotton wool, and shredded-paper packing. Only three days more, and then Nan Allen was to marry Mr. Fairfield, Patty's father. Patty was spending the whole week at the Allen home in Philadelphia, and was almost as much interested in the wedding preparations as Nan herself.

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Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. In Mrs. Elliott's library at Vernondale a great discussion was going on. It was an evening in early December, and the room was bright with firelight and electric light, and merry with the laughter and talk of people who were trying to decide a great and momentous question. For the benefit of those who are not acquainted with Patty Fairfield and her relatives, it may be well to say that Mrs. Elliott was Patty's Aunt Alice, at whose home Patty and her father were now visiting. Of the other members of the Elliott family, Uncle Charley, grandma, Marian, and Frank were present, and these with Mr. Fairfield and Patty were debating a no less important subject than the location of Patty's future home. "You know, papa," said Patty, "you said that if I wanted to live in Vernondale you'd buy a house here, and I do want to live here, -at least, I am almost sure I do." "Oh, Patty," said Marian, "why aren't you quite sure? You're president of the club, and the girls are all so fond of you, and you're getting along so well in school. I don't see where else you could want to live."

Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. "Patty, do come along and get your luncheon before everything grows cold " "'And the stars are old, And the leaves of the judgment book unfold, '" chanted Patty, who had just learned this new song, and was apt to sing it at unexpected moments. She sat on the floor in the middle of the long drawing-room of her New York home. To say she was surrounded by flowers, faintly expresses it. She was hemmed in, barricaded, nearly smothered in flowers. They were or had been in enormous florist's boxes, and as fast as Patty opened the boxes and read the cards which accompanied the blossoms, Jane took the boxes away. It was the great occasion of Patty's d but, and in accordance with the social custom, all her friends had sent her flowers as a message of congratulation. "You certainly have heaps of friends," said Elise, who was helping arrange the bouquets. "Friends " cried Patty; "nobody could have as many friends as this These flowers must be also from my enemies, my casual acquaintances, and indeed from utter strangers I think the whole hilarious populace of New York has gone mad on the subject of sending flowers "

Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. The Fairfields were holding a family conclave. As the Fairfield family consisted of only three members, the meeting was not large but it was highly enthusiastic. The discussion was about Patty; and as a consequence, Patty herself was taking a lively part in it. "But you promised me, last year, papa," she said, "that if I graduated from the Oliphant School with honours, I needn't go to school this year." "But I meant in the city," explained her father; "it's absurd, Patty, for you to consider your education finished, and you not yet eighteen." "But I'll soon be eighteen, papa, and so suppose we postpone this conversation until then." "Don't be frivolous, my child. This is a serious matter, and requires careful consideration and wise judgement." "That's so," said Nan, "and as I have already considered it carefully, I will give you the benefit of my wise judgment." Though Nan's face had assumed the expression of an owl named Solomon, there was a smile in her eyes, and Patty well knew that her stepmother's views agreed with her own, rather than with those of her father.

Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. "I can't stand it, Patty, I simply can't stand it " "But you'll have to, Phil, dear. I'm engaged to Little Billee, and some day I'm going to marry him. And that's all there is about it." "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, --" "Now, stop, Phil. You know you promised that we should be friends and nothing more. You promised not to ask for more than my friendship-didn't you, now?" "I did but that was only so you'd stay friendly with me, and I thought, -forgive the egotism, -I thought I could yet win your love. Patty, you don't care such a lot for Farnsworth, do you, now?" "Indeed I do, Phil. Why, do you suppose I'd be engaged to him if I didn't love him more than anybody in all the world? Of course I wouldn't " "I know you think so, Patty," Phil's handsome face was grave and kind, "but you may be mistaken." "I'm not mistaken, Philip, and unless you change your subject of conversation, I'll have to ask you to go away. I should think you'd scorn to talk like that to a girl who's engaged to another man " "I should think I would, too, Patty. But I can't help it. Oh, my girl, my little love, I can't give you up. I can't tamely stand aside and make no effort to win you back I'm not asking anything wrong, Patty, only don't send me away; let me try once again for you, -" "It's too late, Phil," and Patty looked a little frightened at his vehemence.

Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. Patty was curled up in her favourite big easy-chair in her own study. Though called a study, because it had been used as such during her schooldays, the pretty room was really more like a boudoir. Her desk was still there, but was now filled with programmes, friendly letters, and social correspondence instead of school themes or problems. The general colouring of the room was green, but the sash curtains of thin yellow silk, and the heap of yellow sofa cushions, did much to lighten the effect, and gave the room a sunshiny air, even on a dull day. The couch, and the two big, soft, cuddly chairs were upholstered in yellow-flowered chintz, and on the pale green walls hung Patty's favourite pictures, and many curios or souvenirs of her year spent abroad. It was the first of March, so the room was brightened both by a big bowlful of yellow daffodils and a blazing wood fire. The two things Patty liked best in life were warmth and colour, and so to-day she was sitting near the fire, with the splendid yellow glory of the daffodils in full view. But she was not looking at them, for she was poring over a book. When Patty read she usually pored, for she was eager and enthusiastic over any story in which she was interested.