She had the grace to look a little ashamed of herself, but the fire of determination was in her eye, and a rosy flush tinted her cheeks.
Then a mischievous smile came to the corners of her mouth, and on an impulse she caught up the telephone from the stand, and called the Excelsior Hotel.
In a few moments Farnsworth’s “Hello” sounded in her ear.
“It’s Patty,” she said, in a small, timid voice.
“Well, I’m glad. Are we to have a little chat?”
“No,—I just wanted to tell you—to tell you——”
“Yes; dear Little Girl,—what is it?”
“I can’t seem to tell you after all.”
“Shall I come over there?”
“Oh, no, it’s too late. I only wanted to say that—that I’m not really engaged to anybody—now.”