"What is the matter?" said Elise. "There's something about the atmosphere of this house that betokens a party; but I don't see any party. Is there any party, mother?"
"I don't see any, my child," said Mrs. Farrington, smiling.
"Where's father?" asked Elise.
"He's out," said her mother; "we're waiting for dinner until he comes."
Just then a ring was heard at the front door-bell.
"There's your father now," said Mrs. Farrington abruptly; "Patty, my dear, won't you run up to my bedroom and get me my vinaigrette?"
"Why, you have it on, Mrs. Farrington," said Patty, in surprise; "it's hanging from your chatelaine."
"Oh, yes, of course; so it is! But I mean my other one—my gold one. Oh, no; I don't want two vinaigrettes, do I? I mean, won't you run up and get me a handkerchief?"
"Why, mother!" exclaimed Elise, in surprise; "ring for Lisette, or at least let me go. Don't send Patty."
"No, I want Patty to go," said Mrs. Farrington decidedly. "Please go, my child, and get me a handkerchief from the drawer in my dressing-table. Get the one that is fourth from the top, in the second pile."