Carolyn Wells

Carolyn Wells

Summary

Portrait of Carolyn Wells Carolyn Wells Patty's Social Season

The springs of the chair gave a tiny squeak, scarcely as loud as a mouse might make, yet sufficient to arouse Van Reypen from his reverie.
He sprang up, and pushing aside the portière, switched on the light, to see Patty sitting on the low, tufted back of the chair, her hair streaming about her shoulders, and her face expressing the utmost fear and horror.
“Well!” he observed, looking at her with a smile,—“well!”
“Oh, Philip,” whispered Patty, in a quaking voice, “it’s a mouse! an awful mouse!”
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Portrait of Carolyn Wells Carolyn Wells Patty's Social Season

It was trimmed with white fur, and was caught up on one shoulder, toga fashion, with a spray of holly. A massive gilt pasteboard crown she put on his head, and gave him a long wand or sceptre covered with gilt paper and topped with a cap and bells.
“I wonder if they’ll know I’m Lord of Misrule,” whispered Hal, as he stalked up and down before the mirror, swishing his draperies about in regal fashion.
“If they don’t, I’ll tell ’em,” said Patty. “I wonder if they’ll know what I am.”
“You look like an angel,” said Hal, as he gazed at her.
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Portrait of Carolyn Wells Carolyn Wells Patty's Social Season

Lansing was abject, and begged in pleading tones that Farnsworth would say no more. “I am going,” Lansing stammered, and without a word of farewell to Mona or even a glance at Patty, he walked rapidly away.
“Let him go,” said Farnsworth. “I can’t tell you girls about it, but I’ll explain to Mr. Galbraith. Mona, that man is not fit for you to know! He is guilty of forgery and robbery.”
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