When Patty Went to College

When Patty Went to College, by Jean Webster

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Title: When Patty Went to College
Author: Jean Webster
Illustrator: C. D. Williams
Release Date: May 29, 2007 [EBook #21639]
Language: English
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[Illustration: Patty]
When Patty Went to College
By
Jean Webster
With Illustrations by C. D. Williams
[Illustration]
New York The Century Co. 1903
Copyright, 1903, by THE CENTURY CO.
Copyright, 1901, 1902, by TRUTH CO.
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Published March, 1903
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THE DEVINNE PRESS
TO 234 MAIN AND THE GOOD TIMES WE HAVE HAD THERE

Contents
PAGE I PETERS THE SUSCEPTIBLE 1 II AN EARLY FRIGHT 21 III THE IMPRESSIONABLE MR. TODHUNTER 39 IV A QUESTION OF ETHICS 57 V THE ELUSIVE KATE FERRIS 73 VI A STORY WITH FOUR SEQUELS 89 VII IN PURSUIT OF OLD ENGLISH 103 VIII THE DECEASED ROBERT 121 IX PATTY THE COMFORTER 133 X "PER L'ITALIA" 147 XI "LOCAL COLOR" 177 XII THE EXIGENCIES OF ETIQUETTE 203 XIII A CRASH WITHOUT 215 XIV THE MYSTERY OF THE SHADOWED SOPHOMORE 237 XV PATTY AND THE BISHOP 257

List of Illustrations
FACING PAGE
Patty Frontispiece
Men know such a lot about such things! 18
Mr. Algernon Vivian Todhunter, gingerly sitting on the edge of a chair 54
What's the matter, Patty? 110
Olivia Copeland 172
I have just run away from you, Bishop Copeley 266

I
Peters the Susceptible
"Paper-weights," observed Patty, sucking an injured thumb, "were evidently not made for driving in tacks. I wish I had a hammer."
This remark called forth no response, and Patty peered down from the top of the step-ladder at her room-mate, who was sitting on the floor dragging sofa-pillows and curtains from a dry-goods box.
"Priscilla," she begged, "you aren't doing anything useful. Go down and ask Peters for a hammer."
Priscilla rose reluctantly. "I dare say fifty girls have already been after a hammer."
"Oh, he has a private one in his back pocket. Borrow that. And, Pris,"--Patty called after her over the transom,--"just tell him to send up a man to take that closet door off its hinges."
Patty, in the interval, sat down on the top step and surveyed the chaos beneath her. An Oriental rush chair, very much out at the elbows, several miscellaneous chairs, two desks, a divan, a table, and two dry-goods boxes radiated from the center of the room. The floor, as it showed through the interstices, was covered with a grass-green carpet, while the curtains and hangings were of a not very subdued crimson.
"One would scarcely," Patty remarked to the furniture in general, "call it a symphony in color."
A knock sounded on the door.
"Come in," she called.
A girl in a blue linen sailor-suit reaching to her ankles, and with a braid of hair hanging down her back, appeared in the doorway. Patty examined her in silence. The girl's eyes traveled around the room in some surprise, and finally reached the top of the ladder.
"I--I'm a freshman," she began.
"My dear," murmured Patty, in a deprecatory tone, "I should have taken you for a senior; but"--with a wave of her hand toward the nearest dry-goods box--"come in and sit down. I need your advice. Now, there are shades of green," she went on, as if continuing a conversation, "which are not so bad with red; but I ask you frankly if that shade of green would go with anything?"
The freshman looked at Patty, and looked at the carpet, and smiled dubiously. "No," she admitted; "I don't believe it would."
"I knew you would say that!" exclaimed Patty, in a tone of relief. "Now what would you advise us to do with the carpet?"
The freshman looked blank. "I--I don't know, unless you take it up," she stammered.
"The very thing!" said Patty. "I wonder we hadn't thought of it before."
Priscilla reappeared at this point with the announcement, "Peters is the most suspicious man I ever knew!" But she stopped uncertainly as she caught sight of the freshman.
"Priscilla," said Patty, severely, "I hope you didn't divulge the fact that we are hanging the walls with tapestry"--this with a wave of her hand toward the printed cotton cloth dangling from the molding.
"I tried not to," said Priscilla, guiltily, "but he read 'tapestry' in my eyes. He had no sooner looked at me than he said, 'See here, miss; you know it's against the rules to hang curtains on the walls, and you mustn't put nails in the plastering, and I don't believe you need a hammer anyway.'"
"Disgusting creature!" said Patty.
"But," continued Priscilla, hastily, "I