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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.
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