A STOLEN POEM After supper there was dancing, and Patty was besieged by would-be partners.

Good-naturedly she fractioned her dances, and even divided the short intermissions between them.

Everybody wanted to dance with the smiling little person in red velvet, and her pretty gaiety salved the wounds of those whom she was obliged to refuse.
At last, Farnsworth came to her, and his determined expression told Patty he was about to lay down the law.
Sure enough, he took her hand in his, drew it through his arm, and led her out of the dancing room.
"Without even a 'by your leave ?'" and Patty looked up at him, inquiringly.
"Without it or with it.

But you can't dance any more tonight.

You're so tired you can scarcely stand up now." "That's so, now that you speak of it.