“I was,” sighed Patty. “I was terribly positive. I am, still!”
“What are you talking about, Patty?” said Roger, who began to think she was fooling them. “Let me see that letter.”
“Take it!” said Patty, holding it out with a despairing gesture. “Read it aloud, and let them all know the worst!”
So Roger read the few lines, which were to the effect that, owing to the unexpected number of answers received, the decision must be delayed until May first.
“Oh, Patty!” exclaimed Kenneth, greatly relieved. “How you scared me! Of course you’ll get it yet.”
“Of course I shall,” said Patty, serenely, “but I hate to wait.”
Since it was not failure, after all, the young people felt greatly relieved, and congratulated Patty upon her narrow escape.
“But the situation is too dramatic for my nerves,” declared Kenneth. “When the real letter comes, I prefer not to be here. I can’t stand such harrowing scenes.”
“It won’t be harrowing when the real letter comes,” said Patty. “It will be just one grand, triumphant jubilee.”
“Well, jubilees are nerve-racking,” said Kenneth. “I think I’ll stay away until the shouting is over.”