"It doesn't matter a bit," said Patty; "I'd be sorry for myself, if I couldn't get in and out of my own clothes! Don't think of it, Mrs. Perry."
They all went up to their rooms, and though Nora did her best to assist Patty, her unskilful help bothered more than it aided. So she kindly dismissed the girl, and catching up a kimono went across to Marie's room.
"You get me out of this frock, won't you, Marie?" she said. "It fidgets me to have Nora fumbling with the hooks. It's a complicated arrangement and I know she'd tear the lace."
Marie willingly acquiesced, and then Patty slipped off the pretty yellow gown, and got into her blue silk kimono.
"Stay here and brush out your hair, Patty," said Marie, "and we can have a 'kimono chat,' all by ourselves."
So Patty sat down at Marie's toilet table, and began to brush out her golden curls.
"Did you like the ball, Patty?" asked Marie, as she braided her own dark hair.
"Lovely! Everybody was so nice to me. And you had a good time yourself,
I know. I saw you breaking hearts, one after another, you little siren."
"Siren, yourself! How did you like that Bell boy?"
"Gracious! That sounds like a hotel attendant! In fact I think 'bellhop,' as I believe they call them, wouldn't be a bad name for Eddie Bell. I liked him ever so much, but he was a little,—well,—fresh is the only word that expresses it."