he Bazaar.

The beds had been removed and the bedrooms were veritable stores of all
sorts of light and dainty apparel and feminine trinkets. The rooms
downstairs were filled with fine wares and were crowded with
purchasers. The girls, dressed to suit their calling, were brisk and
busy salesladies, and everywhere was laughter and merry chat.

Daisy, in a stunning new sports suit, looked with satisfaction on her
stacks of golf accoutrements, skates, tennis sets, and side lines of
bright caps and sweaters for both sexes. And her wares simply melted
away. She laughingly put up her prices, but so attractive were the
goods that they sold quickly.

Elise, too, did a rushing business in the library. She had several
assistants, and they were all kept at work by the kind patrons. Many
worthwhile books had been given the girls, and there were beside,
library furnishings, and a few autographed books and letters that
commanded large prices. A set of Riley's works was on sale, and these
Farnsworth bought, requesting that they remain in their place until his
further directions.

"Whatever are you going to do with them, Bill?" asked Elise, who looked
like a pretty Portia in her cap and gown.

"Why not peruse them myself?" he returned.

"But I chance to know that you have a set of Riley."

"Well, maybe, I'll give them to somebody as a gift. If I can't find
anybody to accept them, I'll turn them over to your girls' library."

"Oh, I dare say you can give them away. A beautiful set like that!
Why, they're Russia bound!"

"Why, so they are!"

"As if he didn't know that!" exclaimed one of the girls to Elise, as
Farnsworth sauntered away. "Why, he gave that set to the sale!"

"He did! And then bought them back again!"

"Yes, that's just what he has done."

"Oh, well, then, he does mean to give them to somebody,--somebody in
particular."

And Farnsworth certainly did mean to give them to somebody in
particular. He designed them as a gift for Patty. He knew she would
enjoy the poems, and he chose the edition with great care. Then, to
enhance the value, he made it a present to the Club Sale, and promptly
bought it back.

The big Westerner made his way through the crowds, stopping here and
there to buy a flower or a trinket from the beguiling vendors. He
looked in at the dining-room, and saw the long table set with marvelous
confections, each to be sold with its dish of fine china or crystal.
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