Mona came over and spent the rest of the day, and plans were made and unmade and remade with startling rapidity.
Mona began to voice regrets that Mr. Lansing was not invited to the house party, but Patty interrupted at once:
“Now, Mona Galbraith, you stop that! Adèle has a lovely party made up, and you’re not going to spoil it by even so much as a reference to that man! Roger will be there for Christmas, and if that isn’t enough for you, you can stay home!”
“Isn’t Elise going?”
“No, she can’t. She’s going South next week with her mother, and I doubt if Philip Van Reypen will go. His aunt won’t want him to leave her at the holidays. Do you know, I’m a little sorry Daisy Dow is up there.”
“You don’t like her, do you, Patty?”
“I would, if she’d like me. But she’s always snippy to me.”
“’Cause she’s jealous of you,” observed Mona, sapiently.
“Nonsense! She has no reason to be. I never interfere with her.”
“Well, never mind, don’t let her bother you. Hal Ferris will be there. You don’t know him, do you? He’s Adèle’s brother.”