Pretty Patty possessed herself of the lady's hand and looked so penitent and so wheedlesome that Mrs. Farrington was disarmed.
"Why, of course, dear; it was not really wrong, but young girls ought to be home by midnight at latest, I think,—and too, ought to come home with their own people."
"I know it, Mrs. Farrington, I do know it. I have been brought up right—honest, I have. But it was a special occasion, you see, and, too, my own people ran off and left me."
"Oh, now, Patty," began Elise, "Sam said you sent word for us to do so."
"Well, I didn't exactly do that, but I did want to stay longer. Oh, Mrs. Farrington, you've no idea how interesting those psychic souls are——"
"What!"
"Yes, they're psychic, you know——"
"And what are psychics,—clearly, now, Patty, what are psychics?"
"Why, they're——they're——"
"Yes, go on."