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PATTY AND AZALEA

BY CAROLYN WELLS

Author of The Patty Books, The Marjorie Books, etc.

1919




THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED WITH LOVING GOOD WISHES TO PRISCILLA KERLEY




CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I WISTARIA PORCH
II GUESTS ARRIVE
III BETTY GALE
IV A NEW RELATIVE
V THAT AWFUL AZALEA
VI TABLE MANNERS
VII MYSTERIOUS CALLERS
VIII MISSING
IX VANITY FAIR
X INQUIRIES
XI THE SAMPLER
XII AZALEA'S CHANCE
XIII "STAR OF THE WEST"
XIV AT THE PICTURE PLAY
XV SOME RECORDS
XVI AZALEA'S STORY
XVII PHILIP'S REQUEST
XVIII PHILIP'S BROWNIE




PATTY AND AZALEA




CHAPTER I

WISTARIA PORCH


"Oh, Little Billee! Come quick, for goodness' sake! The baby's choking!"

Patty was in the sun parlour, her arms full of a fluttering bundle
of lace and linen, and her blue eyes wide with dismay at her small
daughter's facial contortions.

"Only with laughter," Bill reassured her after a quick glance at the
restless infant. "Give her to me."

The baby nestled comfortably in his big, powerful arms, and Patty sat
back in her chair and watched them both.

"What a pleasure," she said, complacently, "to be wife and mother to two
such fine specimens of humanity! She grows more and more like you every
day, Little Billee."

"Well, if this yellow fuzz of a head and this pinky peach of a face
is like anybody in the world except Patty Farnsworth, I'll give up!
Why, she's the image of you,--except when she makes these grotesque
grimaces,--like a Chinese Joss."

"Stop it! You shan't call my baby names! She's a booful-poofle! She's a
hunny-bunny! She's her mudder's pressus girly-wirly,--so she wuz!"

"Oh, Patty, that I should live to hear you talk such lingo! I thought you
were going to be sensible."

"How can anybody be sensible with a baby like that! Isn't she the very
wonderfullest ever! Oh, Billee, look at her angel smile!"

"Angel smile? More like a mountebank's grin! But I'm sure she means well.
And I'll agree she is the most wonderful thing in the world."

Bill tossed the child up and down, and chuckled at her evident
appreciation of his efforts for her amusement.

"Be careful of my baby, if you please," and Patty eyed the performance
dubiously. "Suppose you drop my child?"

"I hardly think I shall, ma'am. And, incidentally, I suppose she is my
child?"

"No; a girl baby is always her mudder's own--only just her very own
mudder's own. Give her to me! Let me has my baby,--my ownty-donty baby!"

Farnsworth obediently handed Patty her property, and put another pillow
behind her as she sat in the low willow chair. Then he seated himself
near, and adoringly watched his two treasures.

It was mid-April and the Farnsworths had been married more than a year.
On their return from France, they had looked about for a home, and had at
last found a fortunate chance to buy at a bargain a beautiful place up in
Westchester County. It was near enough to New York for a quick trip and
yet it was almost country.

The small settlement of Arden was largely composed of fine estates and
attractive homes. This one which they had taken was broad and extensive,
with hundreds of acres in lawns, gardens and woodland. It was called
Wistaria Porch, because of an old wistaria vine which had achieved
astounding dimensions and whose blooms in the spring and foliage later
were the admiration of the whole countryside.

The house itself was modern and of the best Colonial design. Indeed,
it was copied in nearly every detail from the finest type of Colonial
mansion. Though really too large for such a small family, both Patty and
Bill liked spacious rooms and lots of them, so they decided to take it,
and shut off such parts as they didn't need. But no rooms were shut off,
and they revelled in a great library beside their living-room and
drawing-room. They had a cosy breakfast room beside the big dining-room
and there were a music room and a billiard room and a den and great hall
with a spreading staircase; and the second story was a maze of bedrooms,
guest rooms and bathrooms.

It took Patty some days even to learn her way round, and she loved every
room, hall and passage. There were fascinating windows, great wide and
deep ones, and little oriels and dormers. There were unexpected turns and
nooks, and there was,--which brought joy to Patty's heart,--plenty of
closet space.

The whole place was of noble proportions and magnificent size, but
Patty's home-making talents brought cosiness to the rooms they themselves
used and stateliness and beauty to the more formal apartments.

"We must look ahead," she told Billee, "for I expect to spend my whole
life here. I don't want to fix a place up just as I like it, and then
scoot off and leave it and live somewhere else. And when our daughter
begins to have beaux and entertain house parties, we'll need all the
room there is."

"You have what Mr. Lucas calls a 'leaping mind,'" Bill remarked. "But I'm
ready to confess I like room enough to swing a cat in,--even if I've no
intention of swinging poor puss."

And so they set blithely to work to furnish their ancestral halls, as
Patty called them, claiming that an ancestral hall had to have a
beginning some time, and she was beginning hers now.

Such fun as it was selecting rugs and hangings, furniture and ornaments,
books and pictures.

Lots of things they had bought abroad, for Captain Bill had been
fortunate in his affairs and had had some leisure time in France and
England after the war was over to collect some art treasures.

Also, they didn't try or want to complete the whole house at once. Part
of the fun would be in adding bits later on, and if there were no place
to put them, there would be no fun in buying things.

Patty was a wise and careful buyer. Only worth-while things were
selected, not a miscellaneous collection of trumpery junk. So the
result to date was charming furniture and appointments, but space for
more when desired.

Little Billee's taste, too, was excellent, and he and Patty nearly always
agreed on their choice. But it was a rule that if either disapproved,
the thing in question was not bought. Only such as both sanctioned could
come into their home.

The house had a wide and hospitable Colonial doorway, with broad fanlight
above and columns at either side. Seats, too, flanked the porch, and the
carefully trimmed wistaria vine hung gracefully over all. Across both
ends of the house ran wide verandahs, with _porte cochere_, sun parlour,
conservatory and tea-porch breaking the monotony.

Patty's own bedroom was an exquisite nest, done up in blue and silver,
and her boudoir, opening from it, was a dream of pink and white. Then
came the baby's quarters; the day nursery, gay with pictured walls and
the sun porch, bright and airy.

For the all-important baby was now two months old, and entitled to
consideration as a real member of the family.

Fleurette was her name, only selected after long thought and much
discussion. Bill had stood out for Patricia Fairfield Farnsworth, but
Patty declared no child of hers should be saddled with such a burden for
life! Then Bill declared it must be a diminutive, in some way, of the
mother's name, and as he always called Patty his Blossom Girl, the only
suggestion worth considering was something that meant Little Flower. And
as their stay in France had made the French language seem less foreign
than of yore, they finally chose Fleurette,--the Baby Blossom.

Farnsworth was a man of affairs, and had sometimes to go to Washington or
other distant cities on business, but not often or for a long stay. And
as Patty expressed it, that was a lot better than for him to have to go
to New York every day,--as so many men of their acquaintance did.

"I never thought I'd be as happy as this," Patty said, as, still holding
her baby, she sat rocking slowly, and gazing alternately at her husband
and her child.

"Why not?" Farnsworth inquired, as he lighted a fresh cigar.

"Oh, it's too much for any one mortal! Here I've the biggest husband in
the world, and the littlest baby--"

"Oh, come now,--that's no incubator chick!"

"No, she's fully normal size, Nurse says, but she's a tiny mite as yet,"
and Patty cuddled the mite in an ecstasy of maternal joy.

"I thought friend Nurse wouldn't let you snuggle the kiddy like that."

"She doesn't approve,--but she's still at her lunch and when the cat's
away--"

And then the white uniformed nurse appeared, and smiled at pretty Patty
as she took the baby from her cuddling arms.

"Come for a ride, Patty _Maman_?" asked her husband, as they left the
little Fleurette's presence.

"No; let's go for a walk. I want to look over the west glade, and see if
it will stand a Japanese tea-house there."

"All right, come ahead. You've not forgotten your dinky tea-porch?"

"No; but this is different. A tea-house is lovely, and--"

"All right, Madame Butterfly, have one if you like. Come down this way."

They went along a picturesque path, between two rocky ravines,--a bit
of real scenic effect that made, indeed, a fine setting for a little
structure for a pleasure house of any kind.

"Lovely spot!" and Patty stood still and gazed about over her domain.

"Seems to me I've heard you remark that before."

"And will again,--so long as we both shall live! Oh, Little Billee, I'm
so glad I picked you out for my mate--"

"_I_ picked _you_ out, you mean. Why, the first moment I saw you, I--"

"You kissed me! Yes, you did,--you bad man! I wonder I ever spoke to you
again!"

"But I kissed you by mistake that time. I'd no idea who you were."

"I know it. And you've no idea who I am, now!"

"That's true, sweetheart. For you've as many moods and personalities as a
chameleon,--and each more dear and sweet than the last."

"Look here, my friend, haven't we been married long enough for you to
cease to feel the necessity for those pretty speeches?"

"Tired of 'em?"

"No; but I don't want you to think you must--"

"Now, now, don't be Patty Simpleton! When I make forced or perfunctory
speeches, you'll know it! Don't you think so, Patty Mine?"

"Yep. Oh, Billee, look, there's the place for the tea-house!"

Patty pointed to a shady nook, halfway up the side of the ravine.

"Great!" agreed Bill. "Wait a minute,--I'll sketch it in."

He pulled an old envelope and a pencil from his pockets, and rapidly drew
the location with a few hasty strokes, and added a suggestion of an
Oriental looking building that was meant for the proposed tea-house.

"Just right!" cried Patty; "you _are_ clever, dear! Now draw Baby and me
drinking tea there."

A few more marks did for the tea drinkers and a queer looking figure
hurrying along the path was doubtless the father coming home.

Patty declared herself satisfied and folded the paper and put it safely
away in her pocket.

"We'll get at that as soon as the landscape gardener finishes the sunken
garden," she said.

"Oh, I'm _glad_ I'm alive! I never expected to have everything I wanted
in the way of gardens! Don't you love them, too?"

"Of course,--and yet, not as you do, Patty. I was brought up in the great
West, you know,--and sometimes I long for the big spaces."

"Why, this is a big space, isn't it?"

"I mean the prairies,--yes, even the desert,--the limitless expanse of--"

"Limitless fiddlesticks! You can't have the earth!"

"I don't want it. You're all the world to me, then why crave the earth?"

"Nice boy! Well, as I was about to say, do you know, I think it's time
we had some guests up here, just for to see and to admire this paradise
of ours."

"Have them, by all means. Are you settled enough?"

"Oh, yes. And I shan't have anything much to do. Mrs. Chase is a host in
herself, and Nurse Winnie takes full charge of my child,--with Susie's
help."

"Do you own that infant exclusively, ma'am? I notice you always say _my_
child!"

"As I've told you, you don't count. Why, you won't really count until
the day when some nice young man comes to ask you for the hand of
Mademoiselle Fleurette."

"Heaven forbid the day! I'll send him packing!"

"Indeed you won't! I want my daughter to marry and live happy ever
after,--as _I'm_ doing."

"Are you, Patty? Are you happy?"

As Billee asked this question a dozen times a day for the sheer joy of
watching Patty's lovely face smile an affirmative, she didn't think it
necessary to enlarge on the subject.

"I do be," she said, succinctly, and Farnsworth believed her.

"Now, I propose," she went on, "that we have a week-end house-party.
That's the nicest way to show off the place--"

"Patty! Are you growing proud and ostentatious?"

"I'm proud--very much so, of my home and my family,--but nobody ever
called me ostentatious! What _do_ you mean?"

"Nothing. I spoke thoughtlessly. But you are puffed up with pride and
vanity,--_I_ think."

"Who wouldn't be--with all this?"

Patty swept an arm off toward the acres of their domain, and smiled
happily in her delight of ownership.

"Well, anyway," she went on, "we'll ask Elise and Bumble and Phil and
Kenneth and Chick and--"

"Don't get too many,--you'll wear yourself all out just talking to them."

"No: a big party entertain themselves better than a few. Well, I'll fix
up the list. Anybody you want specially?"

"No, not now. Some time we'll have Mona and Roger, of course; and some
time Daisy--"

"Yes, when we have Adele and Jim. Oh, won't we have lots of jolly
parties! Thank goodness we've plenty of guest rooms."

"Are they all in order?"

"Not quite. I have to make lace things and fiddle-de-fads for some of
them."

"Can't you buy those?"

"Some I do, but some I like to make. It's no trouble, and they're
prettier."

"Let's go back around by the garage, I want to see Larry."

They strolled around through the well-kept vegetable gardens and chicken
yards, and came to the garage. Here were the big cars and Patty's own
little runabout. Larry, the chauffeur, touched his cap with a respectful
smile at Patty, and as Farnsworth talked to the man, Patty stood looking
off across the grounds and wondering if any one in the whole world loved
a home as she did.

Then they went on, strolling by the flower beds and formal gardens.

"And through the land at eve they went," quoted Bill, softly.

"And on her lover's arm she leant," Patty took up the verse.

"And round her waist she felt it fold," continued he:

"And far across the hills they went
To that new world which is the old.
And far across the dying day,
Beyond its utmost purple rim:
Beyond the night, across the day
The happy Princess followed him."

"Through all the world she followed him," added Patty; "I think our
quotations are a bit inaccurate, but we have the gist of Tennyson's
ideas."

"And the gist is--?"

"That I'm a happy Princess," she smiled.

"Well, you're in your element, that's certain. I never saw anybody enjoy
fixing up a house as you do!"

"Did you ever see anybody fix up a house, anyway?"

"I'm not sure I ever did. I had very little home life, dear."

"Well, you're going to make up for that now. You're going to have so much
home life from now on, that you can hardly stagger under it. And I'm
going to make it!"

"Then it will be a real true home-made home! Sometimes, Patty, I fear
that with all your tea-houses and formal gardens you'll lose the real
homey effect--"

"Lose your grandmother! Why, in the right hands, all those faddy things
melt into one big bundle of hominess, and you feel as if you'd always had
'em. Soon you'll declare you've never lived without a Japanese tea-garden
in your back yard!"

"I believe you! You'd make a home feeling in the Parthenon,--if you chose
to live there!"

"Of course I should! Or in the Coliseum, or in the Taj Mahal."

"There, there, that will do! Don't carry your vaunts further! Now come
around the house, and let's go in under the wistaria. It's a purple
glory now!"

"So it is! What a stunning old vine it is. I did think I'd change the
name of the place, but that wistaria over that porch is too fine to be
discarded. Let's get Mr. Hepworth up here to paint it."

"It must be painted, and soon, while it's in its prime. If Hepworth can't
come, I'll get somebody else. I want that picture."

"And let's have some photographs of it. It's so perfect."

"All right, I'll take those myself,--to-morrow,--it's too late now."

"And me and Baby will sit in the middle of the composition! Won't that be
touching!"

Patty laughed merrily, but Farnsworth said, "You bet you will! Be ready
in the morning, for I'll want a lot of poses."




CHAPTER II

GUESTS ARRIVE


"I refuse to go a step further! This porch of wistaria is the most
wonderful thing I ever saw in all my life! When I heard the name of the
place, I thought it was crazy,--but of course I see now it's the only
possible name! I don't care what's inside the house,--here I am,--and
here 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, if you like."

"No, I'll come in for my board and lodging, but all the rest of the time
look for me here! I'm going to have some lavender frocks made,--dimities
and organdies, and then I'll be part of the 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 doll complexion 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 had arrived for the house party. These were our old friends,
Philip Van Reypen and Chickering Channing.

Still a devoted admirer of pretty Patty, Van Reypen had become reconciled
to his fate, and moreover had discovered his ability to take pleasure in
the society of other charming young women.

Channing was the same old merry Chick, and he was exuberant in his praise
of the beautiful home of the Farnsworths which he now saw for the first
time.

"Great little old place!" he exclaimed, enthusiastically. "But why such
an enormousness? Are you going to keep boarders?"

"Yes, if you'll stay," laughed Patty. "But, you see it was a bargain,--so
we snapped it up."

"The old story," put in Bill. "Man built it,--went bankrupt,--had to sell
at sacrifice. Along came we,--bought it,--everybody happy!"

"I am," declared Elise; "this is the sort of place I've dreamed of.
Beautiful nearby effects, and a long distance view beside. This
porch for mine,--all the time I'm here."

"But you haven't seen the other places yet," Patty demurred. "There's a
tea-porch--"

"Wistaria, too?"

"Yes, of course."

"Lead me to it!" and Elise jumped up, and made for the house.

Then they all strolled through the wide hall and out at the back door on
to the tea-porch. This was furnished with white wicker tables and chairs,
and indeed, was prepared for immediate use, for a maid was just bringing
the cakes and crumpets as the party arrived.

"Goody!" cried Elise, "can we have tea now, Patty? I'm famished."

"Yes, indeed," and Patty took her place at the tea table with a matronly
air, and began to pour for her guests.

"It's just as pretty as the other porch," Elise decided, looking
critically at the festoons of wistaria, which was on three sides of the
house. "But I'll adopt the first one. Anybody looking for me will find me
there--'most always."

"We're always looking for you," said Channing, gallantly, as he took up
his teacup, "and it is a comfort to know where to find you. Of late
you've been inaccessible."

"Not to you," and Elise glanced coquettishly from under her eyelashes.

"To me, then," put in Van Reypen. "I've not seen you, Elise, since I came
back from Over There. You've grown a lot, haven't you?"

"Taller?"

"Mercy no! I mean mentally. You seem more--more grown up like."

"Everybody is, since the war work. Yes, Phil, I have grown,--I hope."

"There, there," warned Patty; "no serious talk just now, please,--and no
war talk. For the moment, I claim your attention to my new house and its
surroundings."

"Some claim you've staked out," and Chick grinned. "I want to see it all.
And,--moreover,--I want to see the rest of the family!"

Patty beamed. "You dear!" she cried; "do you really want to see my
daughter?"

"_My_ daughter," Farnsworth added; "but I didn't know you chaps would
be interested in our infant prodigy. I never cared about seeing other
people's babies."

"I do," stoutly insisted Channing. "I'm a connoisseur on kiddies. Let me
see him."

"He isn't him," laughed Patty, "he's a she."

"So much the better," Chick avowed. "I love girl babies. Where is she?"

"You can't see her now, she's probably asleep. To-morrow she'll be on
exhibition. I hear a car! It must be Mona!"

"I'll go and fetch her," said Farnsworth, springing up, and after a short
time he returned with two newcomers, Mona Farrington and her husband,
Roger.

Then there was more greeting and exclamation and laughter, as the latest
guests admired the new home, and accepted Patty in her becoming role of
hostess.

"To think of little Patty as the chatelaine of this palatial menage!"
said Roger, "and actually acting as if it belonged to her!"

"It isn't palatial," corrected Patty, "but it _does_ belong to me,--that
is, to me and my friend William. He vows I claim the baby for all my own
property,--but I'll accord him a share in the place."

"It _all_ belongs to me," said Farnsworth, with a careless sweep of a big
arm. "The wistaria, Patty, the baby, and all!"

"That's right," agreed Roger, "keep up your air of authority as long as
you can! I tried it,--but Mona soon usurped the position!"

"Nonsense!" and Mona smiled at her husband. "Don't you believe him,
Patty. We go fifty-fifty on everything,--as to decisions, I mean. He
gives in to my superior judgment half the time, and I let him have his
own foolish way the other half. Follow my plan and you'll live happily,
my dear."

"Are we your first company?" asked Elise.

"Yes,--except Father and Nan,--and a few calls from the neighbours. This
is my first house-party. And I do want it to be a success, so I'm going
to depend on you all to help me. If I do what I ought not to do,--or
leave undone the things which I should ought to do,--check me up,--won't
you, please?"

"We sure will," agreed Channing, "but something tells me you're going to
prove an ideal hostess."

"She will," nodded Farnsworth, "she takes to hostessing like a duck to
water. She even asked me what sort of smokes you chaps prefer."

"I hope you remembered," said Roger. "And when are they to be passed
around?"

"Right now," said Patty, smiling and nodding to the maid who hovered
near.

In truth, Patty was a born hostess, and without fuss or ostentation
always had the comfort of her guests in mind. While not overburdened
with a retinue of servants, she had enough to attend to everything
she required of them; and her own knowledge and efficiency combined
with her tact and real kindliness brought about a state of harmony
in her household that might well have been envied by an older and more
experienced matron.

Mrs. Chase, who had the nominal position of housekeeper, found herself
strictly accountable to Patty for all she did, and as she was sensible
enough to appreciate Patty's attitude, she successfully fulfilled the
requirements of a butler or steward, and had general charge and oversight
of all the housekeeping details.

"The way to keep house," said Patty to Mona and Elise, as she took them
away with her, leaving the men to their "smokes," "is not so much to work
yourself as to be able to make others work in the way you want them to."

"That's just it," agreed Mona, "and that's just what I can't do! Why, my
servants rode over me so, and were so impudent and lazy, I just gave up
housekeeping and went to a hotel to live. We had to,--there was no other
way out."

"And how Roger hates it!" said Elise, who, as Roger's sister, thought
herself privileged to comment.

A cloud passed over Mona's face. "He does," she admitted, "but what can I
do? He hated worse the scenes we had when we were housekeeping."

"Perhaps conditions will get better now," said Patty, hopefully, "and you
can try again, Mona, with better results."

"Maybe; and perhaps you can teach me. You used to teach me lots of
things, Patty."

"All right,--I'll willingly do anything I can. Now, who wants to see my
angel child? Or would you rather go to your rooms first?"

"No, indeed," cried Elise, "let me see her right now. If she's as pretty
as the wistaria vine--oh, Patty, why don't you name her Wistaria?"

"Gracious, what a name! No, she's Fleurette,--or so Little Billee says.
Anyway, here she is."

Patty led them to the nursery, and from the lacy draperies of the
bassinette a smiling baby face looked up at them.

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