“Some of us are,” replied Adele, who liked Phil, and was glad to see him.
“Then be my guests for the evening. We’ll have dinner in great shape, and do a show, and just round up Boston generally.”
The Kenerleys agreed, and soon the festivities began by the party sitting down for afternoon tea in the hotel tea room.
Daisy told Phil of Patty’s escapade enacting the singer, M’lle Farini.
“What a lark!” said Van Reypen. “But I daresay you gave the audience a greater treat than if the lady herself had been there.”
“Sure she did!” declared Channing. “I tell you, we’ll see Patty on the stage yet. And a charming prima donna she would make, too. I believe it would be a great success. Farnsworth says——”
But then some interruption occurred and the sentence was never finished.
In the evening, they all went to see a new light opera that was exceedingly popular. It was a dainty, pretty piece of foolery, full of Dresden china-looking ladies, and knights in theatrical armour, and the principal singer was a slight fairy-like person, much like Patty herself.
“You could give that Diva cards and spades,” declared Chick, as they discussed her at an after theatre supper. “Why, Patty, you’re more of an actress than she is, this minute.”
“And a thousand times better-looking,” said Philip.