Patricia was annoyed. She had wished them to think that the entire house had been engaged for her own small family.
Her cheeks were flushed, but she made the best of the situation, and at once commenced to tell of the beauties of the flat.
“We lived in a great big hotel in N' York,” she said, “but ma says this flat is handsomer than the one what we had at the hotel. Ma says I can give a party this winter, if I want to. Of course I'll invite all my N' York friends, but I shall only ask the girls here that have been nice to me, and I don't think I shall ask any boys at all.”
She cast a withering glance at Reginald, who whistled softly. Then he made a naughty reply.
“P'r'aps the boys wouldn't come if you asked them,” he said.
“Oh, Reginald!” said Flossie.
“Well, she said a mean thing 'bout not inviting boys, else I wouldn't have said it. I wouldn't speak like that to you or Dorothy, or any of the nice girls I know.”
“There were nice boys in N' York,” snapped Patricia. “I didn't see a boy while I was there who wasn't very nice.”