"I don't want to appear until I can dress," she explained to the cook, and went upstairs by a back way.
Half an hour later, a very different looking Azalea went down the front staircase and out onto the porch.
She wore a becoming dress of flowered organdie, with knots of bright velvet, and her pretty hair was carefully arranged.
Smiling and happy-looking, she met the guests and greeted them with a graceful cordiality.
"Where have you been?" cried Elise, but Azalea ignored the question and quickly spoke to some one else.
Mona and Roger Farrington were there, and Philip Van Reypen and Chick Channing. This quartette had motored up from New York to dine, and Patty had already persuaded them to say they would stay over night.
"I'm crazy for a house party," she said, "haven't had one for 'most a week! Oh, yes. I've a couple of house guests, but I mean a real party. Let's make it a week-end, and have lots of fun!"
The visitors were entirely willing, and after telephoning home for additional apparel, they settled down to enjoy themselves.
As they hadn't much more than accomplished this settling when Azalea arrived, there was no comment made on her absence all day.
In fact, Patty rather forgot about it, in the multitude of her conferences with the housekeeper and the maids.