"You are quite right," he said. "There is nothing too good for a brave, honest girl who's heart is in the right place."
"And that's Patsy," declared the Major, as if the question were finally settled.
On Monday morning Mary had a dainty breakfast all ready for them at seven o'clock, and Patsy and her father departed with light hearts for their work. Uncle John rode part way down town with them.
"I'm going to buy my new suit, today, and a new necktie," he said.
"Don't let them rob you," was Patsy's parting injunction. "Is your money all safe? And if you buy a ten dollar suit of clothes the dealer ought to throw in the necktie to bind the bargain. And see that they're all wool, Uncle John."
"What, the neckties?"
"No, the clothes. Good-bye, and don't be late to dinner. Mary might scold."
"I'll remember. Good-bye, my dear."
Patsy was almost singing for joy when she walked into Madam Borne's hair-dressing establishment.
"Don't take off your things," said the Madam, sharply, "Your services are no longer required."