The Snowflake herald. [volume] (Snowflake, Ariz.) 1913-1969, 1922-04-07
PART CONTINUED.

AT LlIllcS Tue uOLeU eyes VI ALWdleT
& Rooter were gentled DER 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 sprightli-
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 Wen
each take a paper and a pencil, and
then each of us asks the other one
some question. and we hat to write
down the answer and sign your name
and fold it up so nobody can see it ex-
cept that one, and we hat to keep 1t
a secret and never tell as long as we
live"
GAIL right" said Henry Rooter.
''I'll be the one to ask you a question,
Patty
mo" Herbert said promptly. 81
ought to be the one to ask Patty"
"Why ought you?" Henry demanded.
"Why ought you?"
'Listen!" Patty cried, 81 know the
way We'll do. I'll ask each of you
question-we hat 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. ooh, / guess we
can't, either We haven't got any pa
per and pencils unless" Here she
seemed to recall her hostess. ooh,
Florrie. deari Run in the house and
get us some paper and pencils"
Florence gave no sign other than
to increase the loudness Of her voice
as she sang. "Perfly .sick'ning, cleft
for me, let me perf'ly sick-kin-ning !"
eve 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
me first" Henry Rooter objected. "Pll
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
hat to write down just exackly the
truth on our word Of honor and sign
our name. Promise?"
Gall right" said Patty. "NOw I'll
whisper Henry question first, and
then you can whisper yours to me
first, Herbert"
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.
81 haven't the least idea where
took 'em off," Patty declared in the
ARREST manner. "If 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 coldIy, not ceasing to
swing her foot and not turning her
head. "You can find 'em by yourself,
I presume, or II you can't TIL have
our maid throw 'em out in the yard,
or somep'm tomorrow"
We'll. thank you!" Miss Fairchild
vejofned &c she entered the house.