TAG; OR, THE CHIEN BOULE DOG
fun in little old New York—a regular dizzy whirl of joy to wipe out the memory of this fiasco.”
His enthusiasm was contagious. Patty sat up and took notice. “Let’s try, anyway,” she said. “I remember there was a big red barn just by the flag station where Bateese was put on, and it was not very far the other side of that junction where we got the cream puffs—oh, fatal cream puffs!” She jumped to her feet impulsively, ruffled Pat’s hair, and began to hastily stuff a few toilet articles in a hand-bag, talking as she worked. “We will just take tooth-brushes and things, because we will be coming back right away and we will leave the rest here so Mrs. Trent won’t ask questions, then we can go to a really truly hotel with palms in the dining-room, and send for our things after, so there won’t be any fuss. We will be sure to get Bateese settled this
