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Wells, Carolyn, 1862-1942

"Patty's Butterfly Days"


"Don't you want me?" asked Captain Sayre, eagerly.
"And me?" added Cromer.
"I know you want me," put in Roger, "but you're too shy to say
so."
"I want you all," said Patty, beaming on the group, "but I like
you one at a time, and this is Little Billee's turn."
"What's up, my lady?" said Farnsworth, as he started the swift
little car.
"Why, just this. Turn toward the main road, please. We've simply
got to find a cook for Mona within an hour. I KNOW we can do it,--
but, YOU tell ME how."
"Dead easy, child. We'll just go out and kidnap one."
"But cooks aren't found sitting in deserted baby carriages, to be
tempted with candy. Now be sensible. Can't you think of any plan?"
"Not a plan! Can you?"
"Well, all I can think of is to go to see Susan."
"Susan it is! Where does the lady reside?"
"Down this way two blocks, then turn to the right."
"She is won! We are gone! Over bank,
bush and scar,
They'll have fleet steeds that follow!" quoth
young Lochinvar.'"
"I know Susan wouldn't come, but she may know of some one else,"
went on Patty. "Here we are; stop at this house."
"No, Miss Patty," said Susan, when the case was laid before her,
"I don't rightly know of anny wan for the place.


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