"Come on in,
now."
"I'll not come! These vilyans kidnapped me, and I'll cook no
dinner fer the likes o' thim!"
"Arrah now, it's yersilf is the vilyan! Ye ought to be proud to be
kidnapped by Miss Patty, and Misther Bill! Get down here, ye
gossoon, an' behave like a dacint woman!"
Susan's authoritative voice, and Farnsworth's apparent readiness
to assist her, if she delayed, persuaded Mrs. O'Brien to leave the
car. She went into the kitchen with Susan, and Patty turned a
beaming face to Bill.
"It's all right now," she said. "Susan will bring her around. But,
oh, Billee, how DID you DARE to do such a thing?"
"I'd dare anything to get you what you want. And you said you
wanted that particular cook. So I got her."
"But you'll be arrested for kidnapping!"
"Oh, I think not. I'll telephone over to that second-rate
gardener, and I fancy I can make it all right."
Then Bill and Patty sauntered round the house to the veranda.
"Where's your cook?" cried Mona.
"In the kitchen, where she belongs," replied Patty. "Do you want
her here?"
"No, but how did you get one?"
"Kidnapped her!" declared Patty, and then amid the laughter of
their hearers, they told the whole story.
"I never heard of such a thing!" said Aunt Adelaide, with a
disapproving frown.
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