“And yet you give the effect of a sweet dispositioned person.”
“She is,” spoke up Daisy, overhearing. “Why, Chick, Patty is the sweetest nature ever was. Don’t you believe her taradiddles.”
“I know the lady so slightly, I’m not much of a judge. But I feel sure she’ll improve on acquaintance,” and Chick looked hopeful.
“I hope so, I’m sure,” and Patty’s humble expression of face was belied by the twinkle in her eye.
Then dinner was over, and Adele rose and led the way to the great salon or drawing-room.
“Come for a little walk on the veranda,” said Chick to Patty. “Let’s get more acquainted.”
Patty caught up a rose-coloured wrap from the hall rack, and they went out and strolled the length of the long veranda that went round three sides of the house.
“Splendid crowd,” said Chick, enthusiastically; “and right down fine of old Bill to do this thing.”
“He is fine,” said Patty, impulsively; “whatever he does is on a big scale.”
“His friendships are, I have reason to know that. He’s done heaps for me, dear old chap.”