The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-04-13
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G1FSX MCBRIDE, 1o-year old typfst in . New York office, is miserable when she finds that ALAN CROSBY, just returned from a year and . half in Paris studying art, no longer cares for her. Gypsy be- comes disgusted with re job and when she is criticized for careless. ness irnpulsively resigns.
 She accepts am invitation from her wealthy cousin, ANNE TROW- BRIDGE, to take the place of an- other guest at . formal dinner. The party fs . bore. She leaves to get her wraps and go home, hears noise in the next room and opens the door to see a man climbing in the window. Hhe is JAMES WALLACE, guest of the Trowbridges, who has entered by the fire escape to avoid the dinner party guests. Wallace tells Gypsy he has just been tilted by his fiancee. She admits she has had the same experience. To spite the girl he cares for, Wallace asks Gypsy to marry him. She first refuses ried next morning and take the train for Forest City. At Jim's home they are greeted by his aunt, MISS ELLEN WALLACE, who makes no secret of her hos- tility to the girl. The days drag tfresOmely for Gypsy. The third evening after her arrival, Aunt Ellen makes an announcement. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 Pats ears dropped with the knowledge that he was being scolded but one shining, black eye still watched the squirrel. i.Bs You're not paying any atten- tion-" Gypsy began and stopped. Standing beside her, with breath coming in great gasps as though he had been running, was a small red figure.
 Did he get the thquirrel?" puffed the newcomer.
 Gypsy shook her head. rNo," she said, "he didn't"
 The little fellow might have been four years old. The red knitted suit enveloped him completely. He had blue eyes and bit of brown hair showing beneath the edge of the red cap. His nose and cheeks were nearly as crimson as his costume. The eyes just then were big with excitement. He looked first at T.,
 Well" said the youngster, I'm glad. or thQuirrel can run fath, can't he?"
 "He certainly can," Gypsy agreed. Pat was a bad dog to chase a nice little squirrel. I've been telling him he must never do 1t any more.''
 Bad dog" the child echoed after her. He stared at Pat for moment then reached forward cautiously and touched the dogs head. The terrier endured this complacently.
 "He won't hurt you" Gypsy said. Hes really good dog except when he runs away and chases squirrels. That's right. Rub his head Pat loves to have his head rubbed"
 'Ith hith name Pat?" the child demanded.
 Gypsy nodded.
 "Buth thath's my name!" the child told her. 'I'm Patv'
 Really? Then think you two should be friends. Here, Pat Gypsy raised the dogs front fore paw-"shake hands with this little boy. Now then. you're acquainted!'
 The child was delighted. When he laughed he wrinkled his nose in Q way that was irresistible. The terrier responded to the general godo humor and wagged his tail.
 II haven't got a dog" the boy announced, but I've got a thcooter!"
 "That's nice" Gypsy agreed. Can you ride it?"
 '"Thure! Ride it all the time. Only I can't to-day. can't ride it to-day for thpecial reathon."
 What's the reason you can't ride to-day?" Gypsy wanted to know.
 Small Pat looked at her with per- feet composure. Pm being pun ished," he announced.
 "Oh, that's too bad! What are you being punished for?"
 The child studied the dogs col- lar. apparently preoccupied.
 What are you being punished for?" Gypsy repeated.
 'I ran away"
 'I'm sorry" the girl said seri- Ously. Its naughty to run away"
 Pat eyed her with interest 'I think ith fun," he said. I've run away to-day too."
 If she wanted to scold him she couldn't have done so. The little face was so artless and free of guilt
 Well" said Gypsy, 'T think in that case we'd better be starting