“No; but it must have been a vivid dream!”
“It was,” said Patty. “Now scoot!”
Daisy scooted, and Patty locked her door again.
“Well, you’re a pretty one!” she said to herself; “the idea of sleeping all night without going to bed. Adele will be terribly exercised over it. But I have other things to worry about. I wonder if Philip will really come up here, and if he does, what Bill will do. Would I better tell Bill about it? Or, just let the situation develop itself? Oh, what troubles some poor little Pattys do have! Come in!”
This last in response to a gentle tap at the hall door.
A trim maid entered with a tray.
“Oh, joy!” cried Patty; “I’m simply starving,——Mary, is it?”
“Sarah, ma’am,” returned the girl, gazing admiringly at pretty Patty, who was now in a kimono of light blue silk, edged with swans-down.
“Well, Sarah, stay a few moments, and you can help me dress. Sit down there.”
Sarah obediently took the small chair Patty designated, and folded her hands on her immaculate frilled apron.