Milly looked so utterly disgusted that Patty felt like laughing, but controlled the inclination.
“You come with us, some day,” she said. “Come with our Wonderers’ Club, and we’ll show you ruins that are not stupid.”
“I’d love to go,” said Milly, “I like you because you’re so happy. I’m never happy.”
“Then you’re a goose,” said Patty, gaily. “But I’ll engage to give you a few happy hours, see if I don’t.”
“Well, she is a terror,” thought Patty, as she turned away to greet some others who were coming in. “I’ll have to study her out; so far, she’s all fuss and fret, but she must have some good traits. How do you do, Mr. Leland. This is awfully kind of you, to come to my little tea. Won’t you sit here by Miss Mills?”
It was a mischievous impulse that made Patty put the distinguished Mr. Leland to entertain fretful Milly, but to her surprise the two were soon chatting pleasantly.
“I thought she must be some good,” said Patty to herself, with a feeling of satisfaction at her own insight.
“Seeing a green whisk of femininity among the bosky glades, he quickly made his way thither.”
When Patty heard this speech in a high-pitched monotone, she knew at once who had come, and turning, with a glad smile, she held out both hands to Floyd Austin.