"No, no, oh, NO! A passing highwayman threw those in! Why, what made you think I'd do such a thing?"
"Only because you still have a few left in your pockets," said Patty, laughing, for, sure enough, Bill had ends of blossom sprays sticking out of all his pockets.
"You see I didn't know how many it would take to wake you up," he said.
"How did you know I was up here?"
"Daisy told me. Adele wouldn't tell me,—said you must sleep, or some such foolishness. Get into your togs and come down, won't you?"
For the first time Patty realised that her hair was hanging about her shoulders and her costume was, to say the least, informal, and with another little squeal, she sprang back into her room and closed the window doors.
Then she went and looked at herself in the mirror.
"Well, you don't look an absolute fright," she said, to the smiling reflection she saw there. "But to think of Bill being here! Little Billee! Bless his old heart!"
And then Patty flew at her toilet. Everything had been laid in readiness, and she began to draw on her white silk stockings and dainty slippers.
She was sitting before her mirror, doing her hair, when the key turned and Adele came in.