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Wells, Carolyn, 1862-1942

"Patty's Butterfly Days"


Jack could do little to help, save to grasp Patty's arm tightly
and "boost" her along. Daisy stood it better, for she was of far
stronger build than fragile Patty, and Big Bill almost carried her
along with his own long, sturdy strides.
After what seemed an interminable walk, they reached the house in
question. It was a large, fine-looking structure, but as no lights
were visible, the family had evidently retired.
"I should think they'd leave a night light in the hall," grumbled
Daisy, as the quartette climbed the veranda steps and stood,
dripping, at the front door.
"Whew!" exclaimed Jack. "It's good to get where that rain doesn't
drive straight into your eyes, anyway! Ring the bell, Farnsworth."
"Can't find it. Ah, here it is!" and Bill pushed the electric
button, and held it, ringing a continuous peal.
But no one came to the door, and the shivering four grew
impatient, to think that shelter was so near, yet unavailable.
"You keep punching this bell, Pennington," suggested Bill, "and
I'll reconnoitre round to the other entrances. There must be side
doors and things."
Jack kept the bell going, but no one responded, and no lights
showed in the house. At last Bill returned from his tour of
exploration.


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