"Excuse me, Miss Fairfield, but I do want to speak to you a minute. I think my Pierrette act would be a whole lot prettier, if I had a few Highland Fling steps in it, don't you?"
"I do," Patty replied, after a moment's consideration. "Put them in after the one-step movement."
"Yes, that's what I meant. May I run over to your house a minute, and will you show me about the Fling? It won't take a jiffy."
"Yes, of course. Will you come right away?"
"I will. But, oh, pshaw,—I'm all dressed in my Pierrette rig; wouldn't you,—couldn't you come here instead? I'll send the car, it won't take any time at all."
"Why, yes, I can come over, and I will, if you want me to so much." Patty ran to tell Elise she was going, but Elise was not in her room, so Patty went downstairs to look for her. Before she saw Elise, or indeed any one else, the Rose car came, a little runabout, with only the chauffeur.
Flinging a motor coat from the hall-rack around her, Patty ran out the door and jumped into the car.
In a moment she was at Ray Rose's house, and the girl herself stood smiling in the doorway.
"Good for you!" she cried, "you're a duck! Come right up to my room."
Patty followed Ray, who ran lightly up stairs, and threw open the door of her bedroom.