“Three days or more. If they politely ask us to remain a day or two longer we might do so. They’re old friends of mine, do you see? And I haven’t been there for years, so they’ll be glad to see us.”
“To see you, you mean. They don’t know me, so how can they be glad to see me?”
“Oh, you must,—what is your idiotic American phrase? You must ‘make good’!”
“I will,” said Patty, laughing to hear the phrase from an Englishwoman, and then she ran away to her own apartment, to talk over affairs with Nan.
“It’s a great piece of good fortune,” said Nan, “that you’re such good friends with Lady Hamilton, for Fred and I couldn’t take you with us, and what would have become of you?”
“Oh, I always land on my feet,” returned Patty, “I must have been born under a lucky star.”
“I believe you were, Pattykins.”
“And won’t I have the time of my life at Herenden Hall——”
“Oh, Patty, Patty, you must stop using slang. They’ll never ask you to Herenden Hall again if you behave like a wild Indian.”
“But you see, Stepmother, they look upon me as an infant anyhow, so I may as well have some fun.”