Patty hesitated. If she went to this party, and met Kit, all the mystery of her little romance with him would be ended. He would be more disappointed in her than he had been in Elise, for at least she conformed to his favourite type of beauty, and Patty was quite the reverse. She could sing, to be sure, but probably her voice would not charm him, when robbed of the glamour lent by the telephone.
"Oh, DO say yes," Marie urged; "it will be a nice party, and if I've left out any people you specially want, I'll invite them."
But Marie's list included all of Patty's set, and as she rather wanted to go, she finally decided to say yes.
"Good for you!" exclaimed Marie; "now I know the party will be a success!"
"You always say that to me," said Patty, laughing. "I don't make parties a success."
"Yes, you do," said Marie, in a tone of firm conviction; "you're so nice, and pretty, and smiling, and always seem to have such a good time, that it makes everybody else have a good time."
"What do you want me to sing?"
"I don't care at all. Make your own selections. I like you best, I think, in some of those sweet, simple ballads."
"I rarely sing anything but ballads or simple music," said Patty, "my voice isn't strong enough for operatic soaring."
"Well, sing what you like, Patty, if you only come," and Marie went away, greatly elated at having secured Patty's consent to sing at her musicale.