Where There`s a Will

said--" only every winter it was a different "he." In my wash-stand drawer I`d kept all the clippings about her coming out and the winter she spent in Washington and was supposed to be engaged to the president`s son, and the magazine article that told how Mr. Jennings had got his money by robbing widows and orphans, and showed the little frame house where Miss Patty was born--as if she`s had anything to do with it. And so now I was cutting out the picture of her and the prince and the article underneath which told how many castles she`d have, and I don`t mind saying I was sniffling a little bit, for I couldn`t get used to the idea. And suddenly the door closed softly and there was a rustle behind me. When I turned it was Miss Patty herself. She saw the clipping immediately, and stopped just inside the door.