Carolyn Wells

Patty and Azalea Carolyn Wells

"I refuse to go a step further! This porch of wistaria is the most wonderful thing I ever sawin all my life! When I heard the name of the place, I thought it was crazy, -but of course Isee now it's the only possible name! I don't care what's inside the house, -here I am, -andhere I stay!"Elise Farrington threw off her motor coat, and settling herself on the side seat of the porch, under the drooping bunches of purple bloom, looked quite as if she meant what she said. Patty stepped out from the doorway and smiled at her visitor."All right, Elise," she said, "you may. I'll send out your dinner, and you can sleep here, too, ifyou like.""No, I'll come in for my board and lodging, but all the rest of the time look for me here! I'mgoing to have some lavender frocks made, -dimities and organdies, and then I'll be part ofthe picture.""Oh, do! I can't wear lavender or purple," Patty sighed."Nonsense! Of course you can. You only mean you've never tried. That bisque dollcomplexion of yours will stand any color. Let's both get wisteria-coloured frocks, and-"Elise's plans were interrupted by the appearance of Farnsworth and two men who hadarrived for the house party. These were our old friends, Philip Van Reypen and ChickeringChanning. Still a devoted admirer of pretty Patty, Van Reypen had become reconciled to his fate, andmoreover had discovered his ability to take pleasure in the society of other charming youngwomen. Channing was the same old merry Chick, and he was exuberant in his praise of the beautifulhome of the Farnsworths which he now saw for the first