Patty Fairfield

Patty Fairfield

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PATTY FAIRFIELD
By
CAROLYN WELLS

To My Little Friend
MARION AMES TAGGART

Contents
CHAP.
I. Her Father's Plan II. Traveling North III. New Friends IV. Villa Rosa
V. A Minuet VI. Purple and Fine Linen. VII. A Sleigh-Ride VIII. An
Absent-Minded Cousin IX. The Flemings X. Patty's Pranks XI. The
Book Party XII. The Hurly-Burly XIII. Home-Made Music XIV. A
Funny Family XV. The Lawn-Party XVI. Unbounded Hospitality XVII.
A Hurly-Burly Fire XVIII. At Vernondale XIX. A Picnic XX. The
Rescue XXI. A Reading-Club XXII. A Welcome Guest

Patty Fairfield
CHAPTER I
HER FATHER'S PLAN
"How old are you, Patty?" asked her father, abruptly.
"Fourteen, papa,--why?"
"My conscience! what a great girl you're getting to be. Stand up and let
me look at you."
Patty Fairfield, with two twists and a spring, brought herself to her feet,
and stood awaiting her father's inspection.
He saw a slender, graceful girl, a Southern blonde of the purest type.
Her pretty golden hair would gladly have hung in curly masses, but it
was only allowed to have its own sweet will around her temples and at
the end of a long thick braid. Her eyes were blue, deep and twinkly, and
the rest of her face was as pretty and sweet as soft girlish contours and
a perfect complexion could make it.
But best of all was the gentle expression and frank, good-natured smile
which so often broke into mischievous dimples.
It did on this occasion, and Patty laughed merrily at her father's grave
consideration of her.
"What is it, papa?" she asked. "Did you think I was still an infant, and
were you going to buy me a new dolls' house? Or were you going to
take me to the circus? I'm not a bit too old for the circus."
"Aren't you? Then I will take you, but what is on my mind at present is
a much more serious matter. Sit down again, Puss, and I'll tell you all
about it.
"You know for years I've looked forward to the time when you should

grow up to be old enough to keep house for me. And I thought then
we'd go back North and settle down among my people and your
mother's relatives. I haven't been North since your mother died, but
now I want to go, and I want you to spend the rest of your life there. In
many ways it will be better for you than Virginia. You will have more
advantages; your life will be broader and more varied. Now I can't be
ready to leave here for good in less than a year; I want to sell out my
lumber interests and settle up my business affairs.
"But I am continually receiving letters from your aunts,--you have lots
of aunts, Patty,--and they are apparently all anxious that you shall visit
them. So, if you consent, this is my plan. You've never traveled any,
have you, Puss?"
"Never been out of Virginia in my life, papa."
"No? Well, you ought to see a little of how the rest of the world lives
and moves. So I think I'll let you visit in the North for a year,--say three
months with each of your four aunts,--and then next fall I'll be ready to
join you, and we'll buy a house and you shall be mistress of it."
"A home of our own? Oh, papa, I'd like that lots!"
"Yes, so would I. As we have always lived in boarding-houses since