Patty and Azalea

Patty and Azalea

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Title: Patty and Azalea
Author: Carolyn Wells
Release Date: December 14, 2004 [EBook #14352]
Language: English
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PATTY AND AZALEA
BY CAROLYN WELLS
Author of The Patty Books, The Marjorie Books, etc.
1919

THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED WITH LOVING GOOD WISHES TO PRISCILLA KERLEY

CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I
WISTARIA PORCH II GUESTS ARRIVE III BETTY GALE IV A NEW RELATIVE V THAT AWFUL AZALEA VI TABLE MANNERS VII MYSTERIOUS CALLERS VIII MISSING IX VANITY FAIR X INQUIRIES XI THE SAMPLER XII AZALEA'S CHANCE XIII "STAR OF THE WEST" XIV AT THE PICTURE PLAY XV SOME RECORDS XVI AZALEA'S STORY XVII PHILIP'S REQUEST XVIII PHILIP'S BROWNIE

PATTY AND AZALEA
CHAPTER I
WISTARIA PORCH
"Oh, Little Billee! Come quick, for goodness' sake! The baby's choking!"
Patty was in the sun parlour, her arms full of a fluttering bundle of lace and linen, and her blue eyes wide with dismay at her small daughter's facial contortions.
"Only with laughter," Bill reassured her after a quick glance at the restless infant. "Give her to me."
The baby nestled comfortably in his big, powerful arms, and Patty sat back in her chair and watched them both.
"What a pleasure," she said, complacently, "to be wife and mother to two such fine specimens of humanity! She grows more and more like you every day, Little Billee."
"Well, if this yellow fuzz of a head and this pinky peach of a face is like anybody in the world except Patty Farnsworth, I'll give up! Why, she's the image of you,--except when she makes these grotesque grimaces,--like a Chinese Joss."
"Stop it! You shan't call my baby names! She's a booful-poofle! She's a hunny-bunny! She's her mudder's pressus girly-wirly,--so she wuz!"
"Oh, Patty, that I should live to hear you talk such lingo! I thought you were going to be sensible."
"How can anybody be sensible with a baby like that! Isn't she the very wonderfullest ever! Oh, Billee, look at her angel smile!"
"Angel smile? More like a mountebank's grin! But I'm sure she means well. And I'll agree she is the most wonderful thing in the world."
Bill tossed the child up and down, and chuckled at her evident appreciation of his efforts for her amusement.
"Be careful of my baby, if you please," and Patty eyed the performance dubiously. "Suppose you drop my child?"
"I hardly think I shall, ma'am. And, incidentally, I suppose she is my child?"
"No; a girl baby is always her mudder's own--only just her very own mudder's own. Give her to me! Let me has my baby,--my ownty-donty baby!"
Farnsworth obediently handed Patty her property, and put another pillow behind her as she sat in the low willow chair. Then he seated himself near, and adoringly watched his two treasures.
It was mid-April and the Farnsworths had been married more than a year. On their return from France, they had looked about for a home, and had at last found a fortunate chance to buy at a bargain a beautiful place up in Westchester County. It was near enough to New York for a quick trip and yet it was almost country.
The small settlement of Arden was largely composed of fine estates and attractive homes. This one which they had taken was broad and extensive, with hundreds of acres in lawns, gardens and woodland. It was called Wistaria Porch, because of an old wistaria vine which had achieved astounding dimensions and whose blooms in the spring and foliage later were the admiration of the whole countryside.
The house itself was modern and of the best Colonial design. Indeed, it was copied in nearly every detail from the finest type of Colonial mansion. Though really too large for such a small family, both Patty and Bill liked spacious rooms and lots of them, so they decided to take it, and shut off such parts as they didn't need. But no rooms were shut off, and they revelled in a great library beside their living-room and drawing-room. They had a cosy breakfast room beside the big dining-room and there were a music room and a billiard room and a den and great hall with a spreading staircase; and the second story was a maze of bedrooms, guest rooms and bathrooms.
It took Patty some days even to learn her way round, and she loved every room, hall and passage. There were fascinating windows, great wide and deep ones, and little oriels and dormers. There were unexpected turns and nooks, and there was,--which brought joy to Patty's