Soon came a third note:
“I think you are horrid! And you don’t dance prettily at all!”
“Oho!” thought Patty. “Getting saucy, is he?”
She made no response whatever to the maid this time, but she was not greatly surprised when another note came:
“If you don’t come down, I’m going out to drown myself. P.”
Patty began to be annoyed. The servants must think all this very strange, and yet surely she could not help it.
“Wait a moment, Delia,” she said. “Please say to Mr. Van Reypen that I will see him in the library, at once.”
After a moment she followed the maid downstairs, and went straight to the library, where the young man awaited her. His face lighted up with gladness, as he held out his hand.
“Forgive me if I was impertinent,” he said, with such a charming air of apology that Patty had to smile.
“I forgive the impertinence,” she returned, “but you are making real trouble for me.”