Just Patty

Just Patty, by Jean Webster

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Title: Just Patty
Author: Jean Webster
Illustrator: C. M. Relyea
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Language: English
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[Illustration: "I want a new room-mate"]

Just Patty
By Jean Webster
Author of When Patty Went to College Daddy Long Legs, Etc.
Illustrated by C. M. Relyea
[Illustration]
THE CENTURY CO.
NEW YORK

Copyright, 1911, by THE CENTURY CO. Copyright, 1911, by THE
CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY
* * * * *
Published, October, 1911

PRINTED IN U. S. A.
MADE AT INNISFREE

Contents
CHAPTER PAGE
I REFORM 3
II THE ROMANTIC HISTORY OF CUTHBERT ST. JOHN 33
III THE VIRGIL STRIKE 65

IV THE THIRD MAN FROM THE END 99
V THE FLANNIGAN HONEYMOON 119
VI THE SILVER BUCKLES 149
VII "UNCLE BOBBY" 181
VIII THE SOCIETY OF ASSOCIATED SIRENS 199
IX THE REFORMATION OF KID MCCOY 229
X ONIONS AND ORCHIDS 247
XI THE LEMON PIE AND THE MONKEY-WRENCH 273
XII THE GYPSY TRAIL 309

List of Illustrations
"I want a new room-mate!" Frontispiece
FACING PAGE
Patty just had time to snatch the box 88
Patty meanwhile addressed her attention to Harriet's hair 174
Evalina sat up and clutched the bedclothes about her neck 286

Just Patty

I
Reform

"It's a shame!" said Priscilla.
"It's an outrage!" said Conny.
"It's an insult!" said Patty.
"To separate us now after we've been together three years--"
"And it isn't as though we were awfully bad last year. Lots of girls had
more demerits."
"Only our badness was sort of conspicuous," Patty admitted.
"But we were very good the last three weeks," reminded Conny.
"And you should see my new room-mate!" wailed Priscilla.
"She can't be any worse than Irene McCullough."
"She is!--Her father's a missionary, and she was brought up in China.
Her name is Keren-happuch Hersey, after Job's youngest daughter. And
she doesn't think it's funny!"
"Irene," said Conny gloomily, "gained twenty pounds through the
summer. She weighs--"
"But you should see mine!" cried Patty, in exasperation. "Her name is
Mae Mertelle Van Arsdale."
"Keren studies every second; and expects me to walk on tiptoe so she
can concentrate."
"You should hear Mae Mertelle talk! She said her father was a financier,
and wanted to know what mine was. I told her he was a reform judge,
and that he spent his time putting financiers in prison. She says I'm an
impertinent child," Patty grinned feebly.
"How old is she?"

"She's nineteen, and has been proposed to twice."
"Mercy! Whatever made her choose St. Ursula's?"
"Her father and mother ran away and got married when they were
nineteen, and they're afraid she inherited the tendency. So they picked
out a good, strict, church school. Mae doesn't know how she's ever
going to fix her hair without a maid. She's awfully superstitious about
moonstones. She never wears anything but silk stockings and she can't
stand hash. I'll have to teach her how to make a bed. She always crosses
on the White Star Line."
Patty scattered these details at random. The others listened
sympathetically, and added a few of their own troubles.
"Irene weighs a hundred and fifty-nine pounds and six ounces, not
counting her clothes," said Conny. "She brought two trunks loaded
with candy. She has it hidden all over the room. The last sound I hear at
night, is Irene crunching chocolates--and the first sound in the morning.
She never says anything; she simply chews. It's like rooming with a
cow. And I have a sweet collection of neighbors! Kid McCoy's across
the hall, and she makes more noise than half-a-dozen cowboys. There's
a new French girl next door--you know, the pretty little one with the
two black braids."
"She looks rather desirable," said Patty.
"She might be if she could talk, but she only knows about fifty words.
Harriet Gladden's rooming with her, as limp and mournful as an oyster,
and Evalina Smith's at the end of the corridor. You know what a perfect
idiot Evalina is."
"Oh, it's beastly!" they agreed.
"Lordy's to blame," said Conny. "The Dowager never would have
separated us if she hadn't interfered."
"And I've got her!" wailed Patty. "You two have Mam'selle and

Waddams, and they're nice, sweet, unsuspicious lambs; but the girls in
the East Wing simply can't sneeze but Lordy--"
"Sh!"