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“Not a word to throw at a dog,” Pat said, winking broadly. CHATTER XXVI It was just a week after Byrd’s parents had returned to Jacksonville when Pat arrived. Larry's attitude was enigmatical, for he had aeemed delighted with the arrangement when they first dis cussed it with her father and moth er. Now he had grown grouchicr and grouchier each day over the prospect of having one more person in the little apartment. He would wait until it was too late to write, thought Byrd, with an agony of pain wrenching her heart. How in the world were they go ing to put three people in the break fast alcove, he wanted to know. Pat would have to use the in-a-door bed that opened into the living room, and a sixteei»*year-old ought to be in bed at nine o'clock, or ten at the latest. Where was he supposed to spend his evenings? Sitting in the kitchen sink? Or take his books and papers into the broom closet? Tat. was too young to be of any help at a party, and too old to staj; at home every right. What were they going to do with her? Well, he’d t be darned if he’d turn nursemaid! He hadn't gotten used to being mar ried to one person, not to mention two! lie wound up each diatribe by w-onderir.g why he'd gotten married, anyway! _ Patiently Byrd answered every tingle querulous statement. "Why, Larry. I hadn't the least idea you weren’t willing to have Pat com® up for a little while." she hurst out* in tearful exasperation. ''You told father you were goir^ to be out of town practically nil the time now since you and Jack de cided t® work the small towns around t*e state first, and it would be company for me." Silv«r sheets of brimming Mue water filmed Byrd's deep-set eyes. "That's another thing again," ar gued tho augumentative Larry. "A kid her age is bound to want a lot of excitement. She'll he dragging the entire neighborhrod in all hours of the day and night." "I can manag® her," answered Byrd, quietly. “—umph!" shrugged Larry, with a belittling shoulder. "You! You'll have just about, as much influence as a fly with a monkey. Well, if she starts going a pare, I'M take a hand!” *'—umph!" thought Byrd to her self. with a scornful mental gesture. The idea of Larry managing any woman was ridiculous. Still, if he felt responsible for Tat as a mem ber of his family, who, like herself, was expected to reflect only credit on its male member, Larry’s in fluence might have a chastening ef fect even on the irrepressible Pat. "She's probably got the appetite of a yak.” said Larry, grinning. "You needn't worry about the ex penses,” said Byrd, quickly, "father will take car® of that." Byrd felt a momentary rerentment that Larry could borrow money with such equanimity from her father and quibble like this over a little added expense to the grocery bill. "Don’t you really wont Pat to come?” Byrd eyed Larry challeng ingly, for her deep love for Larry wouldn't swerve her from her sense of duty toward her sister. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad, she decided, , with sudden intuition, to permit the tiniest little breech to take place between her father and Larry. "Oh, let her come," Larry decided, magnanimously, "but for I’ete'a sake, see that she doesn’t har.g eround us all the time.’’ And r.ow here she was. Or rather here they were. For some inexplic able reason, instead of sending Tat to th® apartment in a taxi, as he had said h® would do. Larry was escorting her in person. Byrd could hear their pay voices echoing down the corridor. She frowned. What a j racket they were making! "Here# the jazz kid!” Larry said, I as Pat rushed by him and threw herself into Byrd's trms. *‘Ge. I'm glad to see you. darlin’,” and she embraced Bvrd rapturously again and again. "How's the old straw hat, anyway?” "Great. Pat, dear, and how are you?” asked Byrd, patting her hair back into place. Pat’s embraces were like a mountain slide. "You don’t have to put quite so much muscle j into your greetings.” “Well, here’s your little hay shaker right from the country,” Pat stood with her feet far apart, “fresh as this morning's milk. How- do you like it?” Byrd surveyed her helter-skelter, tomboy of a sister, while Pat, dis daining a chair, jumped up and sat on the edge of the somewhat frag ile gatelegged table that served as s dining room set, swinging her legs violently. She wore a little green felt hat. bright as a blade of new gra«s, a yellow- sport coat, with an Easter egg lining, and underneath one glimpsed a sport dress of brightest ro«e, in the latest design. "Bought the whole darned outfit in a sport shop on the avenoo in Ginein in fifteen minutes, with time1 out for lunch. It’s my snappiest model!” Byrd, slightly hewildered. stood looking at her. one hand moodily drawing her lips together. "You look like a purple moment, she said, weakly. 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Rozell I Auctioneer I IF IT HAS VALUE I CAN I SELL IT AND GET THE I MONEY 1 San Benito, Texas 1 t rrope or knife, and a* inventive as any of them when it came to con structing radios and airplanes, Byrd suddenly realized that Fat, still possessed of that electric vitality that started sudden, excited gusts of air stirring wherever she went, had lost something of her boyish simpli city, and in its place there was a bright, hard blatancy. In a word, she was loud. She still had, however, h;*r one disarming char^i, a directness and lack of self consciousncss. "Not a word to throw at a dog." Pat said, winking broadly at Larry. "I gather it'a not as swanky as I thought it was." "Oh, you look wonderful," lied Byrd, and then hastened to change the subject. “The office has been trying to lo cate you, Larry. Better hurry be fore they call again." Looking as if he'd rather stay, Larry departed. i'ra here to stay,” Fat announe id, after Larry had gone, jerking open her suitcase and dumping its contents on one of the twin beds. "I brought along all my junk and I'm—” here she burst into a high so prano, cutting a caper to its beat. “—never going homo any more! The whole family have gone batty since you left. Henrietta is simply im possible. Why, the day you were married she hauled out all that mil dewed fancy work that you started years ago. in your unbalanced mo ments, and made me start working on my trousseau. Can you -ce me married? I'd rather b* thrown to the crocodiles! Then father got sore about my falling down on the old geometry for the third time." Byrd helped Pat arrange her clothes in the dressing room closet, four hooks of which had been gen erously emptied to accommodate a dozen violent-looking dresses, coats and hats, and then they sat down and discussed Pat’s future. Pat balked openly on going to a city high school, and they compro mised on a business college. The next day she promised she would start at the Cleveland Commercial school. While Byrd shelled new peas and scraped new potatoes for dinner, Pat moved restlessly about, examining 1 and commenting on everything in the apartment in her decisive, out spoken way. “How do you like married life, anyway, Byrd?" she asked, curiously. “It didn't take Carry long to let me know- how he felt about it." “How wa3 that?" smiled Byrd, im personally. “Oh, he thinks a man of his tem perament isn't cut out for it," jawn cd Pat. “I wouldn't let him get away with that point of view much longer. He got you into it, not >ou him.” Byrd chuckled. “And say, Toots, how can you stand this crowded apartment? tiosh. I haven’t been able to draw a whole breath yet!" Tat gave a groan, much muffled with breath. “My exhaust just can’t work!" “Larry thinks we're better off in town for a while. He thinks he's1 going to make a little fortune on some stock he and Jack Duncan are floating. Then we'll buy a place in the country,” explained Byrd, fly-; ing to the cupboards and back again to the kitchen stove. “Say, I brought along my boxing g'oves,” Pat said, pouncing upon her: suitcase which had been pushed un-1 der one bed. “Dad let me take le* sons just to work off some of this surplus energy.” Byrd looked dubiously at the gro tesque pillows of pig-skin which Pat had slipped over her hands. Pat's hair was bright, burning red, and just washed and fluffed, it gleamed in the evening light like a living flame. Her skin had the same radiant quality save for the spatter of freckles across her little pug nose and her eyes were bright blue. A shining arrogance and undaunted sense of life gave her a challenging air. She made Byrd think of a prick ly porcupine, ready to fling her sharp quills at any one who opposed her. Pat hadn't the slightest idea in the world what she wanted, but she meant to go right after it and no body could stop her. In a childish way. she was wary, calculating, per ceptive to an uncanny degree, but very human and loveable. She looked at Byrd now as if she were thinking that some people were awful fools but ratch her being one! “Take those things off before Lar ry comes.” said Byrd, as she finished setting the table. “Larry won’t—" “There you go. deferring to Larry age in,’ laughed Pat. "Why do you care so much what lie thinks or what ho wants? I’m just waiting to prac tice on him!” As she mentioned his name. Larry appeared. “You're earlier than you’ve been for a month of Sundays!’’ said Byrd, looking up. surprised. “What's going to happen ?” "Suffering fish!” retorted Larry. ' “can’t a fellow' change his srheHuje once in a while without it being the subject of a lecture?” Then I’at stepped in. “Cut the barbed wire! Come on. let’s have a skirmish before dinner,” she cried, gayly, waving the gloves at him. “We’ll take turns unless you’ve got a pair.” Larry did have some. He stood regarding his little sis ter-in-law with amusement, her fig ure straight and boyish, htr eyes laughing with that sense of mischief that made her irresistible. ' Her school life had been interrupted al most daily by soma untoward act that had kept her father in an almost perpetual interview with the prin cipal and her mother’s lips pulled down with great weights of disap proval. Larry removed his coat and the scrimmage began. Byrd ran around, moving back the furniture and plac ing the bric-a-brac in safer places. Tat’s light, sinuous body, was the essence of grace, as she ducked, dip ped, maneuvered, covering her op ponent, recovering lost ground, or giving away, as she finally had to, to Larry's most skillful arm. “Your round,” called i’at, panting ly every little while. Finally, her breath gone, she lean ed against Larry, completely spent ami the tears of laughter still brim ming in her blue eyes. “You’re some fighter!” he admit ted, laughingly, enjoying the sports manlike way she had stuck to the end. “You've had a poor trainer! Jim doesn't know anything about fighting! I'll give- you the right dope!” "We’ell, I’m I'm pretty good, don't you think?” she stuttered, tak ing in her breath and wiping the perspiration off her broad, low fore head. She tossed her head like a high-spirited horse. “You're darn good!” laughed Lar ry During dinner. Pat and Larry dis cussed all the points of the boxing nng. dipping into prize fighting and its allied industries. “You know, if it hadn't been for Henrietta dads would have taken me to the Tunney-Pempsey fight at t’hi rago," she nodded, solemnly. “I cried for two whole days because moms would't let me go.” Fine lines of worry began to crowd the creamy surfaces around Byrd’s eyes. She wished Larry wouldn’t encourage Pat’s wayward propensi ties. "Mother was right, Pat,” Byrd be gan slowly. "You're almost seven teen years old, and it's time you grew up. The things you've been do ing in Jacksonville would look crude in a city. People wouldn’t under stand.” "Want me to be a little Lord Fauntleroy 7” Pat and Larry looked at» each other understanding^ and burst into laughter. Byrd looked non-plussed. "Listen to me. Pat,” began Byrd, earnestly. "You can't go on tearing around like a crazy boy all your life. On the other hand, you can have a darn good time, and be doing some thing worth while at the same time. V general improvement in your man ners won’t be any social barrier.” She added with a smile. “Thus endeth the first 1*'son,” I jeered Pat. She saw that she had hurt Byrd’s j feelings. She put an arm around her shoulder. "Now. please don't be snooty. Byrd darlin'I But you can't strut that family stuff! I've had too many doses of family castor oil. and I'm going to be my own boss for a while. If you start worryin’ about me, you'll suffer from the rush of blood to the cortical centers and have a stroke or something.” "Go fry an egg, Byrd!” Larry joined in. easily. “Let the kid alone. Why. she just came today, and you | go jumping all over her." He turn ed to Pat. “Byrd thinks she’s Gen eral Booth, and has to revolutionize the world. She wants everybody to' be cute little angels!” "You're rertanly a great help!” said Byrd to Larry, with a long look which had no effect at all. “Come on, let’s go to a movie.” said i Larry. "We'v* juat got time to was tho dishes and get to the seror show.” ‘Tat spent last night on n sleep* and shea got to be at achool at 8:1 in the morning,” expostulated Byr( “Now don’t be a flat tire,” chirp#;! up Pat. “All right, you two go," said Byrl “I’ve got some mending to do." J Pat flew around like an animate 1 ; Raster egg, and in two minutes »hj and Larry were cake walking do* the hall. Pat always hopped an] ! skipped and jumped to the place *tJ | wanted to go. “Don’t know how to use her 1e;#* like a lady," her mother used V complain. After they wera gone, Byrd re* ized she would have to change he tactics in regard to Pat, for ant open criticism would arouse I,err ! to her defense. And Pat hud to H ! curbed. She certainly did! \nd she ^ I be ruined if she wasn't! And it w«l I up to Byrd! R\ rd settled down fiially In hoi sewing, after washing the i her deep violet eyes eloude< ' many new problems which Pa' . c*rJ| ing had suddenly precipitated. There was a light tapping at tlfl door. It was probably on* of th] neighbors on their floor, but noil that she had gotten to kn,w the! nil. they usually called out to he* and then walked right in. .SomeihtV warned her not to answer the dofll but she did. (To k* continued.) 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