“Here they come!” cried Daisy, as from the porch of Freedom Castle she spied the two equestrians.
Jim Kenerley was at the block to help Patty alight, and as she ran up the steps, Adele clasped her in a welcoming embrace.
“You dear child!” she said. “What an experience you have had. Sit down here and tell us all about it.”
So Patty told the whole story, exactly as it had happened, and Channing added details here and there.
Everybody was interested and asked all sorts of questions.
“Is it a nice hotel?” asked Mona. “Did you have any fun after the concert?”
“There was dancing,” said Patty, “but I was too scared, when people called me M’lle Farini, to enjoy it much. I wanted to get away. I’m glad I did it for Miss Kent, but—never again!”
“If she’s the Maude Kent I once knew, you had no business to have anything to do with her,” put in Farnsworth, in a gruff voice.
“She’s the Miss Kent Chick Channing knows, and that’s enough for me!” retorted Patty, and a little pink spot showed in either cheek, a sure sign that she was annoyed.