CHAPTER XV.
THE CHRISTMAS PARTY "Much obliged, Billee," Patty said, at last, as she handed back a somewhat damp handkerchief, and Farnsworth stuffed it in his pocket.
"Where are you taking me ?" "Where do you want to go ?" "Back where you brought me from, please." "Well, you can't go there.

Will you go home, or to the Farringtons' ?" A quick side glance at the stern face beside her showed Patty that there was no chance of her going back to the Blaneys', so she said, with great dignity, "I'll go to Elise's, then.

But I want you to understand that I resent your treatment, that I detest you for using your strength to interfere with my pleasure, and that I absolutely sever all friendship or acquaintance with you, now and forever!" "Bad as that?
Well, well, you _must_ be annoyed." "Annoyed! _annoyed_! why, I----" "There now, Posy Face, quiet down a bit, we're almost at the house.
You don't want to go in looking like a--a weeping willow! You'll spoil the effect of that red frock, if your eyes are red, too, and your cheeks all tear-stained.

Here, have a fresh handkerchief." Farnsworth produced another big white linen affair, and unfolding it with a flourish, held it up to Patty's face.
"I never saw anybody have so many clean handkerchiefs! Do you carry a dozen ?" "Always glad to help ladies in distress.

Are you often so lachrymose ?" "Oh Little Billee, _don't_ be so everlasting good-natured, when I feel so cross.