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paid tonight?" asked the girl.
    "To be sure, my Patsy."
    "Then hand over the coin," she commanded.
    The major obeyed. She counted it carefully and placed it in her
pocketbook, afterwards passing a half-dollar back to her father.
    "Remember, Major, no riotous living! Make that go as far as you can,
and take care not to invite anyone to drink with you."
    "Yes, Patsy."
    "And now I'll order the dinner."
    The waiter was bowing and smiling beside her. 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. Ten dollars. Major! As much as you earn yourself
at that miserable bookkeeping!"
    "Sufferin' Moses!" ejaculated the astonished major, staring back into
her twinkling eyes, "if this kapes on, we'll be millionaires, Patsy."
    "We're millionaires, now." responded Patsy, promptly, "because we've
health, and love, and contentment—and enough money to keep us from
worrying. Do you know what I've decided, Major, dear? You shall go to
make that visit to your colonel that you've so long wanted to have.
The vacation will do you good, and you can get away all during July,
because you haven't rested for five years. I went to see Mr. Conover
this noon, and he said he'd give you the month willingly, and keep the
position for you when you returned."
    "What! You spoke to old Conover about me?"
    "This noon. It's all arranged, daddy, and you'll just have a glorious
time with the old colonel. Bless his dear heart, he'll be overjoyed to
have you with him, at last."
    The major pulled out his handkerchief, blew his nose vigorously, and
then surreptitiously wiped his eyes.
    "Ah, Patsy, Patsy; it's an angel you are, and nothing less at all, at
all."
    "Rubbish, Major. Try your claret, and see if it's right. And eat your
fish before it gets cold. I'll not treat you again, sir, unless you
try to look happy. Why, you seem as glum as old Conover himself!"
    The major was positively beaming.
    "Would it look bad for me to kiss you, Patsy?"
    "Now?"
    "Now and right here in this very room!"
    "Of course it would. Try and behave, like the gentleman you are, and
pay attention to your dinner!"
    It was a glorious meal. The cost was twenty-five cents a plate, but
the gods never feasted more grandly in Olympus than these two simple,
loving souls in that grimy Duggan street restaurant.
    Over his coffee the major gave a sudden start and looked guiltily into
Patricia's eyes.
    "Now, then," she said, quickly catching the expression, "out with it."
    "It's a letter," said the major. "It came yesterday, or mayhap the day
before. I don't just remember."
    "A letter! And who from?" she cried, surprised.
    "An ould vixen."
    "And who may that be?"
    "Your mother's sister Jane. I can tell by the emblem on the flap of
the envelope," said he, drawing a crumpled paper from his breast
pocket.
    "Oh,
that
person," said Patsy, with scorn. "Whatever induced her to
write to
me?
" "You might read it and find out," suggested the major.
    Patricia tore open the envelope and scanned the letter. Her eyes
blazed.
    "What is it,