He was mad all through, and denied my right to ask you to leave his party.

But,--well, I reminded him of a few of our past memories--memories fraught with sadness!--to put it poetically,--and he made no further objections to my carrying out my own sweet will----" "And so you carried out----" "My own sweet girl! Exactly! Patty, you little rogue, you musn't bewitch me like that! If you do, I'll pick you up again, and carry you off--oh, here comes Mrs.Morrison.

Have _you_ come to carry Patty off ?" "Yes," and Mrs.Morrison looked regretful.

"I'm sorry, Patty, dear, but really----" "It's time! Yes, I know it, and I'm quite ready to go.

Good night, Little Billee." "Good night, Patty.