"You'll lose that little God of War," said Nan.
"I don't care if I do," Patty answered; "he's a nuisance, anyway, but I wanted something Valentinish, so I perched him up there. Now, good-bye, Nancy Dancy, and I expect I'll be out pretty late."
"I shall send Louise for you at twelve, and you must be ready then."
"Oh, make it one. You know a Valentine party is lots of fun."
"Well, half-past twelve," agreed Nan, "and not a minute later!"
Then Louise wrapped Patty in a light blue evening cloak, edged with white fur, and the happy maiden danced downstairs.
"Good-bye, Popsy-Poppet," she cried, looking in at the library door.
"Bless my soul! what a vision of beauty!" and Mr. Fairfield laid down his paper to look at his pretty daughter.
"Yes," she said, demurely, "everybody tells me I look exactly like my father."
"You flatter yourself!" said Nan, who had followed, and who now tucked her hand through her husband's arm. "My Valentine is the handsomest man in the world!"