“Well, perhaps he will. At any rate, don’t let this summons cloud your bright young life for the moment. Lock it up in your desk, and put it out of your mind for to-night, anyway. Now, run and dress for dinner. What are you wearing?”
“Are there guests?”
“Yes, a few. Nobody very especial. Put on that speckled gauze thing.”
“Don’t you call my dotted chiffon by disrespectful names,” and Patty ran, singing, away to her own room.
CHAPTER III
A PLEASURE TRIP OFFERED
“KITTY, I’ve had a jounce,” said Patty, next day, as she sought her friend and found her in the pleasant morning room that overlooked the rose-garden.
Lady Hamilton treated her young guest to a haughty, disdainful stare.
“If you will talk in barbaric jargon,” she said, “you can’t expected civilised people to understand you.”
Patty had an open letter in her hand, and as she fell sideways into a big easy-chair, she gave her hostess a dear little smile of apology.