"
"Yes, Patsy."
"And now I'll order the dinner."
The waiter was bowing and smiling beside her. Everyone smiled at
Patsy, it seemed.
They gave the usual order, and then, after a moment's hesitation, she
added:
"And a bottle of claret for the Major."
Her father fairly gasped with amazement.
"Patsy!"
People at the near-by tables looked up as her gay laugh rang out, and
beamed upon her in sympathy.
"I'm not crazy a bit. Major," said she, patting the hand he had
stretched toward her, partly in delight and partly in protest. "I've
just had a raise, that's all, and we'll celebrate the occasion."
Her father tucked the napkin under his chin then looked at her
questioningly.
"Tell me, Patsy."
"Madam Borne sent me to a swell house on Madison Avenue this morning,
because all her women were engaged. I dressed the lady's hair in
my best style, Major, and she said it was much more becoming than
Juliette ever made it. Indeed, she wrote a note to Madam, asking her
to send me, hereafter, instead of Juliette, and Madam patted my head
and said I would be a credit to her, and my wages would be ten dollars
a week, from now on.
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