So we sent her abroad to be educated and squandered a fortune on her clothes, and then, just as mother was gloating over her triumphs, the very day after the Duke of Toxbridge proposed to her, Patty walked out one morning and married Billy King at the Little Church Around the Corner.

Billy, of course, hasn't a cent to his name except what he makes painting blue pictures, and that's precious little.

They're up on the West Side now, living in four rooms with neighbours who fry onions at nine o'clock in the morning next door to them, and half the time Patty hasn't even a maid, I believe, and has to do her work with the help of a charwoman." "And is she happy ?" There was eagerness in Gabriella's voice, for she was sure that she should love Patty.
"Oh, yes, Patty is happy, but mother isn't.

It's rough on mother." "I think she ought to have told your mother before she married." "Well, Patty thought she could stand the fuss better after she'd done it than she could before.

She said she needed the support of knowing they couldn't stop it.