“That new light blue chiffon of yours, with the lace bolero, is just the thing.”
“Yes, and my new broad-leafed chip hat, with the roses piled all over it.”
Patty ran away to her own room, and after a time returned in the pretty summer costume.
“How do I look?” she asked, smilingly, of Nan.
Nan smiled back at the lovely vision, for Patty’s vanity was of a mild and innocent sort, and was rather a childish delight in dainty colors and fabrics, than any conceit over her own beauty.
For beautiful Patty certainly was, in a sweet, wholesome, girlish way, and not the least of her charms was her naturalness of manner and her entire lack of self-consciousness.
She looked especially winning in the light, filmy dress, and the big hat, weighed down with roses.
“You look all right, Patty,” answered Nan. “That’s a duck of a frock, and suits you perfectly. Are you going alone?”
“Yes; father says I may go alone in our own carriage to any afternoon thing. The Hartleys will bring me home, so sha‘n’t I send the carriage back for you?”
“Yes, I wish you would. I’m going to a tea or two, and then we’re dining out. You’re to dine with the Hartleys, aren’t you?”