“Took a chance.”
“Oh, Little Billee! You knew I’d go?”
“Yes, My Little Girl, I knew you’d go. I learned yesterday that you loved me—almost enough. So I sent for your people, in case my hopes proved true, and today you found out that you couldn’t get along without me.”
“Well. You are——”
“What?”
“My lord and master, it would seem,” and Patty’s lovely face flushed with happiness and content. Farnsworth drew her close as he whispered:
“And you are my Patty Bride!”
THE END
Transcriber’s Notes
- Copyright notice provided as in the original—this e-text is public domain in the country of publication.
- Silently corrected palpable typos; left non-standard spellings and dialect unchanged.