"Kitty who?"
"I can't remember her other name, although he told me."
"How did Bill happen to tell you this, Adele?"
"He was here, and I was chaffing him about one of the Crosby girls, and then he told me that about Kitty. And somehow I thought you ought to know it."
"Oh, fiddlesticks, Adele, as if I cared! I can't understand why you should think I would care if Mr. Farnsworth were engaged to forty-'leven girls. It's nothing to me."
"Of course I know it isn't, Patty; but I just wanted to tell you."
"All right, honey; I'm glad you did. Now go on downstairs, and I'll be down in a few minutes."
Adele ran away and Patty proceeded to don her royal robes.
The coronation gown was of white chiffon, having no decoration save tiny bunches and garlands of flowers. It was not made in the prevailing fashion, but copied from a quaint old picture and was very becoming to its wearer.
Her golden curls were loosely massed and a few flowers adorned them.