"Or Mona's for that matter. I don't care what car we take, but I do love a short, quick drive, and then come back for the dance."
"All right, I'll go. Mona won't mind, if I don't stay long."
"Oh, only just around a block or two. Just to clear the effect of these flowers and candles from our brain."
"Isn't your brain a little weak, if it can't stand flowers and candles?" asked Patty, laughing.
"Perhaps it is, and perhaps that's only an excuse to get away. Hooray!
Mona's rising now; let's make a mad dash."
"No; that isn't the way. Let's slide out quietly and inconspicuously, through this side door."
Adopting this idea, Jack and Patty went out on a side veranda, and stepped across the terrace to the garden paths. The moonlight turned the picturesque flower-beds to fairy fields, and Patty paused on one of the terrace landings.
"I don't know as I want to go motoring, Jack," she said, perching herself on the marble balustrade; "it's so lovely here."
"Just as you like, girlie. Ha! methinks I hear vocal speech! Some one approacheth!"
Farnsworth and Daisy Dow came strolling along the terrace, and Daisy took a seat beside Patty, while the two men stood in front of them.