“Yes, it’s so,” said Patty; “but I promised Christine I wouldn’t tell!”
And then there were congratulations and good wishes from everybody, and the pretty little Southern girl was quite overcome at being so suddenly the centre of attraction.
“It’s perfectly lovely,” said Patty, holding out her hand to Hepworth, “and I’m as glad for you as I can be,—and for Christine, too.”
“Thank you, Patty,” he returned, and for a moment he held her eyes with his own. Then he said, “Thank you,” again, and turned away.
CHAPTER VIII
A DELIGHTFUL INVITATION
Patty was singing softly to herself, as she fluttered around her boudoir at a rather late hour the next morning. Robed in a soft blue silk négligée, with her golden curls tucked into a little lace breakfast cap, she now paused to take a sip of chocolate or a bit of a roll from her breakfast tray, then danced over to the window to look out, or back to her desk to look up her calendar of engagements for the day.
“What a flutter-budget you are, Patty,” said Nan, appearing at the doorway, and pausing to watch Patty’s erratic movements.