When Patty Went to College
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PAPER-WEIGHTS," observed Patty, sucking an injured thumb, "were evidently not made for driving in tacks. I wish I had a hammer." This remark called forth no response, and Patty peered down from the top of the step-ladder at her room-mate, who was sitting on the floor dragging sofa-pillows and curtains from a dry-goods box. "Priscilla," she begged, "you aren't doing anything useful. Go down and ask Peters for a hammer." Priscilla rose reluctantly. "I dare say fifty girls have already been after a hammer."
looked rather frightened, and didn't do anything but stammer. There were two men in the reception-room, and of course I picked out the wrong one and begged his pardon and asked if he were Mr. Stanthrope. He said no; his name was Wiggins. So then the only thing left for me to do was to beg the other one's pardon. "He was sitting in that high-backed green chair, with his eyes glued to his shoes, and holding his hat and cane in front of him like breastworks, as if he were preparing to repel an
man." Ten minutes later Patty returned from a successful looting expedition, and deposited her spoils on the bedroom table. Olivia sat on the edge of the bed and watched her apathetically, a picture of shivering despondency. "Drink this," commanded Patty, as she extended a steaming glass. Olivia obediently raised it to her lips, and drew back. "What's in it?" she asked faintly. "Everything I could find that's hot—quinine and whisky and Jamaica ginger and cough syrup and a dash of red pepper,
and get back to "Beowulf" and Cathy. They rounded the top of a little hill, and Miss Henderson exclaimed delightedly, "There is the lake, just as it used to be!" Patty stifled a desire to remark that lakes had a habit of staying where they used to be, and asked politely if Miss Henderson would like to take a row. Miss Henderson thought that it would be pleasant; but she had forgotten her watch, and was afraid there would not be time. Patty glanced about vaguely for some further object of
added, with a laugh: "I have just run away from you, Bishop Copeley, and here you come following along behind like an accusing conscience." The bishop chuckled. "I've run away myself," he returned; "I knew I should have to be introduced to a hundred or so of you after service, so I just slipped out the back way for a quiet stroll." Patty eyed him appreciatively, with a new sense of fellow-feeling. "I should like to have run away from church as well," he confessed, with a twinkle in his eye.
gratified me. 'There is not a finer girl in college,' he replied. 'She is honest in work and honest in play, and thoroughly conscientious in everything she does.'" "Um-m," said Patty; "that must have been Priscilla." "No," smiled the bishop, "it was not Priscilla. The young woman of whom I am speaking is the president of your Student Association, Catherine Fair." "Yes, it's true," said Patty, critically. "Cathy Fair hits straight from the shoulder." "And wouldn't you like to go out with that