Patricia

Patricia will organize the tournament.

My sister's name is Patricia.

Patricia approached the house.

It was Nancy where Max was supposed to meet Patricia.

My sister is named Patricia.

"Pietro is now a girl who calls himself Patricia." "Has he grown a vagina over the summer?"

As soon as she heard the music, festival goer Patricia Joseph knew she had to dance.

On an October day—a sunny day, and except for the yellow leaves that quivered on rapidly bearing branches, very like spring—Patricia Everett, from the window of her home, watched an automobile drive out of sight, carrying her mother and sister away to Florida, and confided to the empty room that she was the very unhappiest girl in the whole world!

"[…] Our house is not of the era of Queen Isabella, but of the Princess Patricia." "That sounds like Aunt Isabel. They always called me Patricia there. Don't you think, papa, now that I'm getting so grown up, I ought to be called Patricia? Patty is such a baby name." "Patty is good enough for me," said Mr. Fairfield. "If you want to be called Patricia, you must get somebody else to do it. I dare say you could hire somebody for a small sum per week to call you Patricia for a given number of times every day." "Now, you're making fun of me, papa; but I do want to grow up dignified, and not be a silly schoolgirl all my life."

"Trix" was a derivation of Trish, our mother's girlhood name, or cognomen, as she called it; Trish was itself a derivation of Patricia. Trix disliked her original name because she thought it prissy and old-fashioned, but she didn't much like "Trix" either.