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.