“All right,” said Patty, good-naturedly, “I’ll do all I can, but you know I’m pretty busy this year, Elise.”
“I know it, Patty, and you needn’t do much on this thing. Just superintend, and help us out here and there.”
Then the girls went into the class room and the day’s work began.
Patty had grown very fond of Elise, and though some of the other girls looked upon her as rather haughty, and what they called stuck-up, Patty failed to discern any such traits in her friend; and though Elise was a daughter of a millionaire, and lived a petted and luxurious life, yet, to Patty’s way of thinking, she was more sincere and simple in her friendship than many of the other girls.
After school that day Elise begged Patty to go home with her and begin the play.
“Can’t do it,” said Patty. “I must go home and study.”
“Oh, just come for a little while; the other girls are coming, and if you help us get the thing started, we can work at it ourselves, you know.”
“Well, I’ll go,” said Patty, “but I can only stay a few minutes.”
So they all went home with Elise, and settled themselves in her attractive casino to compose their great work.
But as might be expected from a group of chattering schoolgirls, they did not progress very rapidly.