Her only ornament was a string of pearls, which had been her mother's.
When she was all ready she went slowly down the winding staircase, looking about her at the interesting house. A broad landing halfway down showed an attractive window-seat, and Patty sat down there for a moment.
There seemed to be no one in the hall below, and Patty concluded that she was early after all, though she had feared she would be late.
In a moment Kit came down and spied her.
"Hello, Princess!" he cried. "You're a yellow poppy to-night,—and a gay little blossom, too."
"Not yellow poppyCHEEK!" cried Patty, rubbing her pink cheeks in mock dismay.
"Well, no; only one who is colour-blind could call those pink cheeks yellow. May I pose beside you, here, and make a beautiful tableau?"
He sat beside Patty on the window-seat, and they wondered why the rest were so late.
"Prinking, I suppose," said Kit. "How did you manage to get ready so soon?"
"Why, just because I thought I was late, and so I hurried."