“All right, come with me, and let’s go and hurry up our chaperon lady,” said Herron, rising.
“Yes, do,” urged Patty, who was in nervous anxiety about that matter.
“Patty’s in a pucker!” sang Helen, “like little Tommy Tucker!
What shall she eat? War bread and butter!
How shall she eat it, without a chaperon?
Put her in a padded cell and let her eat alone!”
Helen’s foolishness never annoyed Patty, and so she bade the two ambassadors proceed with their errand and Helen and Mr. Herron went off.
“Trust me, Patty,” said Philip, after the others had left the room, “it will be all right. The snow is lighter now; and we’ll go home directly after luncheon. I don’t want you to be disturbed, and I do understand,—you know I do!”
“Yes, I know it,” Patty replied.