“I think so,” replied Patricia, smiling with gratification. “Now this is my room, and the guest room is right opposite. We can divide up any way you please.”
“Suppose we change around,” proposed Anne. “Katharine and I will take the guest room tonight; then tomorrow night we’ll put Jane in with Katharine and I’ll go with you.”
“Ah—wa! Ah—wa!” lamented Katharine.
“What on earth’s the matter with you?” demanded Anne.
“I don’t have Pat at all, I don’t!”
“Oh, you sleep all the time; so what difference does it make?” laughed Jane.
“I’ll set the alarm,” offered Patricia in amusement; “and when the night’s half over, I’ll go in, roll Anne out, send her over to my room, and get in with you. How’s that?”
“I’ll consider it,” replied Katharine in her most dignified tones; “but I think my feelings are irreparably damaged.”
“Oh, go on!” cried Anne, shoving Katharine ahead of her into the guest room. “You’ll never be ready for dinner.”
Mr. Randall loved company, and was always most entertaining whenever Patricia had guests; so the dinner hour was prolonged to such an extent that when the four girls reached the theater, the early performance was well under way.