“Little Billee!”
And right there, in broad daylight, he clasped her in his arms and gave her a kiss that sealed the compact once and for all.
“We must hop around,” he said, laughing for very joy. “Oh, Patty, we must skittle!”
“We will! We can do it. I don’t care for anything but to go with you,—always with you. Are you sure I may go?”
“Oh, yes, I looked out for that.”
“What! You expected me to?”
“I hoped, Patty, I only hoped. Now I’ll get you back to Rose’s and you and she fix up the wedding-bells. I’ll breeze in about seven with the minister. Can’t get things fixed before that. Darling! I’m crazy! You won’t change your mind—no, I know you won’t, my true, my loyal Patty Blossom!”
There was some scurrying about when Patty told Rose. That efficient young woman telephoned for caterers, florists and musicians.
She called up friends and invited them. She gave orders right and left, and harangued Patty in the meantime.
“Go for a rest first,” she said. “Go straight to your room and lie down. I’ll be there in a few minutes. Helen will help you dress.”