CHAPTER XII
AN ODD DINNER PARTY
A few nights later, Patty invited the two Blaneys to dinner. Nan wanted to meet Alla, and Mr. Fairfield, too, expressed a desire to see these new friends of Patty's.
"Me and the two companies is three," said Patty, making up her party, "and you and Dad are five. Who'd make a good sixth?"
"Only six?" asked Nan. "Why not a big dinner?"
"No; I don't think so. You see, the Blaneys don't fit in with everybody, and I want them to have a good time."
"Oh, I mean ask their own sort of people."
Patty looked up, quickly. "Now, Nan, don't be unpleasant. You're implying that their kind of people are not as nice as our kind, and that hurts my feelinks, and you know it. I want you wid me on this,—not agin me."
"I am, Patty. I don't mean to be horrid. Well, have six, if you like.
Who else?"
"Chick Channing, I think. He's so adaptable and all-round nice with everybody. Phil hates the Blaneys, and——"