"Yes, Miss Patty," and Jane began at once to lay out the desired clothing.
"And," Patty went on, "if any one calls or telephones or asks for me in any way, just say that I've gone away for a few days to recuperate after the exertions of the House Sale."
She carried out her plan with no trouble at all. Jane took down the suitcase, Patty went down, too, by the back stairs, and got into the car unseen, and was driven to the Grand Central Station.
Admonishing the chauffeur to tell no one where he took her, Patty bought a ticket for Fern Falls, and in a few hours amazed Adele Kenerley by walking in at her front door.
"Patty Fairfield! You angel child! Where did you drop from? The blue skies?"
"Not quite. I flew up from New York to beg the hospitality of your roof for a few days."
"For as long as we can keep you. You dear old thing! How well you look!"
"Don't say that! I'm here to recuperate after a strenuous gay season and a particularly tiring Bazaar thing last night."
"Oh, yes, Bazaars are the most tiresome things in the world! You ought never to go to them."
"This one came to me. It was at our house. I'll tell you all about it later. But, honestly, Adele, I was just ready to perfectly fly this morning! My nerves gave out, my muscles are all lame and tired, and then, my brain gave way. So, sez I, why not flee away to that haven of rest what I wot of,—and here I am flewn!"