“Well, all right, Maude. I’ll come, but only for a few minutes.”
“When do we start, queen of my heart?” and Channing bowed before her.
“In a few minutes. I’ll scoot and dress, and you meet me here at three sharp.”
“Your word is my bond. I’ll be on deck.”
Patty flew to her room and rang for the treasure of a Sarah. The girl was rapidly becoming a deft ladies’-maid, and when Patty merely said, “Rose Crêpe, Sarah,” she took from the wardrobe the pretty afternoon gown of rose-coloured crêpe de chine, and went at once to get silk stockings and slippers to match, as well as the right hat, veil, and accessories.
On time, Patty stood again in the hall. Channing appeared, and at the same time Kit Cameron strolled in.
“Oh, Kit,” said Patty, “however did you think of that crazy scheme of fortune telling?”
“My brain is full of nonsense, Patty, and sometimes it strikes out like that.”
“But about my fortune? Did you just make it all up out of the solid? Or was there any——”
“Car’s ready, Patty,” interrupted Channing. “Leave that investigation till we come back.”