Carolyn Wells

Patty Blossom Carolyn Wells

if you don't stop looking so everlasting cheerful, I'll throw something at you!""Throw," returned Patty, as her grin perceptibly and purposely widened to the full extent ofher scarlet lips."All right!" and Elise threw a sofa cushion and another and another, following them up witha knitted afghan, a silk slumber robe, and then beginning on a pile of newspapers. Patty, who was lounging on a broad divan, protected her face with a down pillow, andcontentedly endured the avalanche. Then, as the enemy's stock of missiles gave out, she sat up, flinging the impedimenta rightand left, and her smiling face and tumbled curls triumphantly braved further assault."It's snowing like the very dickens," Elise declared, disconsolately."I don't see any snow," and Patty shut her blue eyes tight."Of course you don't, you old goose! If a roaring Bengal tiger stood in front of you, with fullintent of eating you at once, you'd shut your eyes and say, 'There isn't any tiger there.' Thatis, if you had time to get the words out before you slipped down his throat."Leisurely, Patty got up, shook her rumpled skirts, and walked to the window."It does look like snow," she observed, critically eyeing the landscape."Look like snow!" cried Elise; "it's a blizzard, that's what it is!"