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Patty Blossom
Patty Blossom
CHAPTER I
SAM BLANEY
"Patty, Patty, pit-a-pat,
Grinning like a Chessy Cat,
if you don't stop looking so everlasting cheerful, I'll throw something at you!"
"Throw," returned Patty, as her grin perceptibly and purposely widened to the full extent of her scarlet lips.
"All right!" and Elise threw a sofa cushion and another and another, following them up with a knitted afghan, a silk slumber robe, and then beginning on a pile of newspapers.
Patty, who was lounging on a broad divan, protected her face with a down pillow, and contentedly endured the avalanche.
Then, as the enemy's stock of missiles gave out, she sat up, flinging the impedimenta right and left, and her smiling face and tumbled curls triumphantly braved further assault.
"It's snowing like the very dickens," Elise declared, disconsolately.
"I don't see any snow," and Patty shut her blue eyes tight.
"Of course you don't, you old goose! If a roaring Bengal tiger stood in front of you, with full intent of eating you at once, you'd shut your eyes and say, 'There isn't any tiger there.' That is, if you had time to get the words out before you slipped down his throat."
Leisurely, Patty got up, shook her rumpled skirts, and walked to the window.