“Yes, you seem to. Why, Patty, you’re blushing.”
“I am not any such thing!”
“You are, too! You’re as pink as a peach.”
“Well, I only blushed to make you call me a peach,—and now that I’ve succeeded, I’ll run away.”
So blushing and laughing both, Patty ran upstairs to her own room. Hal had been so frank that she was convinced he knew nothing about the letter, and she began to fear it must have been tossed into the fire, with the many waste papers that were scattered about.
CHAPTER XIII
HIDE AND SEEK
All the time Patty was dressing she wondered about that letter; and when Mona, ready for dinner, stopped at her door, Patty drew her into the room.