“No; but it’s so much more fun to pretend we are. Let’s pretend we’re on a mysterious mission, and if we are discovered we’re lost!”
So they crept downstairs silently, and reached the breakfast-room, without seeing any one except one or two of the maids, who were dusting about.
Patty had on a trim, short skirt of white cloth and a blouse of soft white silk. Over this she wore a scarlet coat, and her golden curls were tucked into a little scarlet skating cap with a saucy, wagging tassel.
But in the warm, cheery breakfast-room she threw off her coat and sat down at the table.
“I didn’t intend to eat anything,” she said; “but the coffee smells so good, I think I’ll have a cup of it, with a roll.” She smiled at the waitress, who stood ready to attend to her wishes, and Hal took a seat beside her, saying he would have some coffee also.
“We won’t eat our breakfast now, you know,” he went on; “but we’ll come back with raging appetites and eat anything we can find. I say, this is jolly cosy, having coffee here together like this! I s’pose you won’t come down every morning?”
“No, indeed,” and Patty laughed. “I don’t mind admitting I hate to get up early. I usually breakfast in my room and dawdle around until all hours.”
“Just like a girl!” said Hal, sniffing a little.
“Well, I am a girl,” retorted Patty.
“You sure are! Some girl, I should say! Well, now, Girl, if you’re ready, let’s start.”