"Well, go ahead, Patty, but you'll have to start at once. Your cook ought to be here by four, and it's almost three now."
"'I slip, I slide, I gleam, I glance,'—what comes next? Never mind,
I'll just scoot."
Throwing on a white pongee dust cloak over her pretty frock, Patty declared herself ready to start, and Mona ordered an electric runabout brought from the garage.
But Miss Patricia Fairfield had no intention of going alone upon her quest. Walking up to a group of men talking on the veranda, she paused in front of Farnsworth.
"I want you," she said, calmly.
"I am yours," he responded with equal calm, and throwing away his cigar, turned to go with her.
"Don't you want me?" asked Captain Sayre, eagerly.
"And me?" added Cromer.
"I know you want me," put in Roger, "but you're too shy to say so."
"I want you all," said Patty, beaming on the group, "but I like you one at a time, and this is Little Billee's turn."