“I really must fly from here,” laughed Mr. Herron. “Such a gorgeous time, Miss Fairfield. May I come again?”
“Oh, I wish you would! Don’t wait for a special invitation,—come at any time.”
“He will,” Van Reypen said, “I’ll bring him. He and I will be associated, I find, in the Aviation Training Camp, and we’ll often run up together,—mayn’t we, Patty?”
“Yes, indeed; as often as you can manage to!”
CHAPTER VI
A SLEIGHRIDE
“Ready, Bumble?” asked Patty, looking in at her cousin’s room.
“Yes, in a minute.”
“Oh, I know your minutes! They’re half an hour long each! Here,—let me help you.”
Patty straightened Helen’s collar, fastened two hooks, found her gloves, tied her veil, and performed a few more odd services for her, and then held her fur coat for her to slip into.
“It looks like more snow, but Phil telephoned that we’d go anyway,” Patty said: “Mona and Roger will meet us up there, and Mr. Herron will be there too.”