"You must write me all about the Pageant, girls," she went on.
"Can't I write too, though I'm not a girl?" asked Jack.
"No!" cried Patty, holding up her hands in pretended horror. "I
couldn't receive a letter from a young man!"
"Oh, try it," said Jack, laughing. "I'll help you. You've no idea
how easy it is! Have you never had a letter from a man?"
"From papa," said Patty, putting the tip of her finger in her
mouth, and speaking babyishly.
"Papa, nothing! You get letters from those New York chaps, don't
you, now?"
"Who New York chaps?" asked Patty, opening her eyes wide, with an
over-innocent stare.
"Oh, that Harper kid and that Farrington cub and that Hepworth old
gentleman!"
"What pretty pet names you call them! Yes, I get letters from
them, but they're my lifelong friends."
"That's the position I'm applying for. Don't you need one more L.
L. F.?" But Patty had turned to the girls, and they were counting
up what few parties were to take place before Patty went away.
"I'd have a farewell party myself," said Patty, thoughtfully, "but
there's so little time now, and Nan's pretty busy. I hate to
bother her with it. You see, we leave next week,--Thursday."
"And our house party comes that very day!" said Beatrice,
regretfully.
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