Entertaining -- Juvenile fiction; Family -- Juvenile fiction; Friendship -- Juvenile fiction; Young women -- Juvenile fiction
"Have you been successful in your undertakings?" asked Patty, with a
sympathetic interest.
"Yes, I believe I have. I don't want to be over sanguine, and matters
are not yet entirely settled, but I think I have conquered the
obstacles which I came to conquer, and I hope all will go well."
"I hope so, Little Billee," said Patty, looking at him with earnest
good will. "I want you to succeed."
"Thank you for that," said Farnsworth, simply.
"And when are you coming East again?"
"I can't tell; I may have to come back in February; but if that is not
necessary, I shall not come for a year or more. You will be married
and settled by that time."
"Indeed, I shan't! In fact, I've about made up my mind that I'll never
marry anybody."
"Girls have said that before, and been known to change their minds.
But whatever you do, I wish you all happiness and joy throughout your
whole life,--Little Apple Blossom."
Farnsworth had risen to go, and he held Patty's hands in both his, as
he looked straight into her eyes.
Patty's own eyes fell beneath his gaze, and she said, "And I wish you
happiness wherever you are, Little Billee."
"Thank you, dear," he said, and then with a final handclasp he went
away.
CHAPTER XIX
AN EXCITING CHASE
Farnsworth had left Patty about two o'clock, and it was only a few
moments later that her telephone rang.
Her response was answered by a tearful, wailing voice, that said, "Oh,
Miss Patty, oh, _can't_ you come here at once? Come right away!"
"Come where? Who are you?" said Patty, bewildered, for she did not
recognise the voice, and it sounded like some one in deep distress.
"Oh, don't wait a _minute_! Every moment is precious! Just come _at
once_!"
"But how can I come, if I don't know who you are? I can help you
better, if you'll control yourself and tell me something about
yourself and your trouble. First of all, who are you?"
"I'm Anne, Miss Galbraith's maid. You know me, Miss Patty. Oh, come
quick; Miss Mona has gone!"
"Gone! Where? Now, listen to me, Anne! Stop your crying, and tell me
what you mean, and then I will go to you at once. Where are you? And
where has Miss Mona gone?"
"I'm in her apartment, and I don't like to tell you over the telephone
where she's gone. But,--Miss Patty,--I think,--Oh, I fear,--she has
eloped with Mr. Lansing!"
The last sentence came in an explosive burst, as if the girl could
keep her secret no longer.
"What!" exclaimed Patty. And then, suddenly realising that it was a
desperate situation, she said, "Don't say another word, Anne! I will
go right straight to you. Stay there till I come."
She knew the excitable character of the girl, and feared she might get
hysterical if she talked further over the telephone. Patty hung up the
receiver, and sat still for a moment, thinking deeply.
"I won't tell Mrs. Allen," she finally decided, "but I must have some
one to help me,--to go with me. I believe I'll call up Roger."
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