“Melodramatics, my dear!” she said; “what do they mean?”
“Read that!” said Patty, handing her the telegram.
Kitty read it twice, and then sat up, wide awake enough now.
“My little Pattypat,” she said, “you can’t go away home to America. I won’t let you!”
“You can’t help yourself, Kitsie. If father has made up his mind,—and it does sound so,—off we go.”
“They’re coming here next week,” went on Kitty, musing over the telegram. “That part of it’s delightful. I’ll make it so pleasant for them that they can’t tear themselves away.”
“You can’t do that, dear. But it will be fun to see them. Blessed old Nan! I’ve missed her a lot this summer.”
“You fraud! I do believe you’re glad you’re going home, after all.”
“Well, in some ways, I am. You know I’m rather adaptable, and when I get my sailing orders, I begin to face toward the sea. I hate to leave you, and lots of other friends over here, but, I have friends in America, too, you know. And, Kitty, Sir Otho promised he’d bring you over there some time.”