The Pulaskian., 1921-12-29
PART I-continued.

At times the noted eyes of Atwater & Rooter were gentled OCT with the soft cast of enchantment, especially when Patty felt called upon to reprove the two with little coquetries of slaps and pushes. Noted for her sprlghtli- ness, she was never sprightlier; her pretty laughter footed continuously and the gentlemen accompanied with doting sounds so repulsive to Florence that without being actively conscious of what she did, she embodied the phrase, perfectly sickening" in the hymn she was grooming, and repeated it over and over to~the air of Rock of Ages"
 "Now I tell you what let's play" the versatile Patty proposed, after ex- hausting the pleasures Of "Geog- raphy." Ghosts" and other tests of intellect. Let's play Truth We'll each take paper and pencil, and then each of us asks the other one some question, and we haf to write down the answer and sign your name and fold it up so nobody can see 1t ex- cept that one, and we haf to keep 1t a secret and never tell as long as we live"
 "All right" said Henry Rooter. ''I'll be the one to ask you question, Patty"
 "No," Herbert said promptly. q ought to be the one to ask Patty"
 "Why ought you?" Henry demanded. "Why ought you?"
 'Listenl" Patty cried, q know the way we'll do. I'll ask each of you a question-we haf to whisper it-and each one of you'll ask me one, and then we'll write it. That'll be simply grand" she clapped her hands; then checked herself "Oh, I guess we can't, either We haven't got any pa- per and pencils unless" Here she seemed to recall her hostess. "Oh, Florrie. dear! Run in the house and get us some paper and pencils"
 Florence gaye no sign other than to increase the loudness of her voice as she sang. "Perf'ly sick'ning, clef' for me. let me perf'ly sick-kin-ning '"
 "we got plenty" said Herbert, as he and Henry produced pencils and their professional notebooks, and sup piled their fair friend and themselves with material for Truth" Come on, Patty, whisper me whatever you want to-"
 "No; I ought to have her whisper xz.o xa,.-4 TIoy,z oofa,. 0Ifaofo6 ttTil1 write the answer to any question; l don't care what It's about"
 'Well, it's got to be the truth. you know" Patty warned them. 'We all haf to write down just exaekly the truth on our word of honor and sign our name. Promlse?"
 "Ar right" said Patty. 'Now I'll whisper Henry a question first and then you can whisper yours to me first. Herbevt.
 This seemed to fill all needs happily, and the whispering and writing began, and continued with coziness little to the taste of the piously singing Florence. She altered all previous opinions of her friend Patty. and when the latter finally closed the session on the steps and announced that she must go home, the hostess declined to accompany her into the house to help her find where she had left her hat and wrap.
 sI haven't the least idea where took 'em off" Patty declared in the airiest manner sIf you won't come with me, Florrie, s'pose you just call in the front door and tell your mother to get 'em for me"
 "Oh. they're somewhere in there, ' said Florence coldly. not ceasing to swing her foot and not turning her head. You can find lem by yourself presume. or If you can't I'll have our maid throw lem out in the yard or somep'm tomorrow"
 sssvell. thank you" Miss Fairchile rejoined, as she entered the house.