"You're such a darling,—Big Billee," she whispered turning back to her husband, and she went into his embracing arms; "you always know just what is right to do."
"Especially when Mona coaches me beforehand," he laughed, unwilling to deceive her in the slightest degree.
"Pooh," said Patty, "you're so right, even Mona can't make you any righter!"
CHAPTER XV
SOME RECORDS
"Sur le pont
D'Avignon,
On y dansait, on y dansait,
Sur le pont
D'Avignon,
On y dansait tout le rond!"
Patty's sweet, clear soprano notes rang out gaily as she trilled the little song she had picked up in France.
"What a pretty thing," cried Elise, "teach it to me, do, Patty."
"All right, I will. But there's a record of it,—my singing,—for the phonograph. You'll learn it better from that."
"All right; Chick, come and find the record for me."