Then she smiled again as she thought of Elise’s talk about Ken and Roger.
But here no answering chord was touched. As chums, she thoroughly liked both boys, but the thought of any more serious liking only roused a feeling of amusement in her mind.
“Perhaps I may be glad to have somebody in love with me some day,” she thought; “but it will be many years from now, and meantime I want to do a whole lot of things that are really worth doing.”
Then, with a whimsical thought that to sleep was the thing most worth doing at the present moment, Patty tumbled into the soft, white nest prepared for her and was soon sound asleep.
Christmas Day was one of the finest. No snow, but a clear, cold, bracing air, that was exhilarating to breathe.
“Skating this afternoon?” said Roger, after the Merry Christmas greetings had been exchanged.
“Yes, indeed,” cried Patty and Elise in one breath.
“Let’s get up a party, shall us?” went on Roger, “and skate till dusk, and then all come back here and have tea under the Christmas tree?”
“Lovely!” cried Elise, but Patty hesitated.
“You know we have the dance on for to-night,” she said.