“Yes, in a minute,” Patty called back, flying on upstairs, and depositing the bundle in a wardrobe.
She locked the door, and hid the key, then went demurely downstairs.
“Occupation all right?” asked Nan, smiling.
“Yes,” said Patty, jauntily. “Good work this time; not so fine and fussy.”
“Well; I only wanted to tell you that Elise telephoned, and wants you to go to a concert with her this afternoon. I forget where it is; she said for you to call her up as soon as you came home.”
“All right, I will,” said Patty, and she went to the telephone at once.
“It’s a lovely concert, Nan,” she said, as she returned. “Jigamarigski is going to sing, and afterward I’m to go home with Elise to dinner, and they’ll bring me home. What shall I wear?”
“Wear your light green cloth suit, and your furs,” said Nan, after a moment’s consideration. “And your big white beaver hat. It’s too dressy an affair for your black hat.”
Apparently the “occupation” was forgotten, for during luncheon time, Patty chatted about the concert and other matters, and at two o’clock she went away.
“You look lovely,” said Nan, as, in her pretty cloth suit, and white hat and furs, Patty came to say good-by.