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sented to you.” A second later she looked contritely at the chubby face, so peaceful and. happy. “Oh, Pat, don’t let us blame him. It was not his fault, and he really is a dear, now isn’t he?”
“He seems to have put up a pretty good fight with Carrot-Tops;” admitted Pat reluctantly, at which they both laughed.
Before they slept they decided perhaps it was best things had come to a head now, and when the Frenchman received his son in safety he would probably say no more about it. “You can give him a little something for his anxiety,” said Patty comfortably. Pat groaned.
Next morning, after the young lady lodgers had departed unwillingly to work, a stir of excitement was felt through the house, the remaining occupants of which were making their several preparations for the journey to
