She ran quickly down the stairs to the door followed by Pat. It was Elsbeth, the queer old servant who lived with Mrs. Forrester. At sight of Renée she turned a face white with distress.
"Oh, Miss Renny, Miss Renny, she's took again! Mis' Lee sent me to fetch you! You must come!"
"What do you mean, Elsbeth--Mrs. Forrester? I'll go with you at once!"
"I think that's mean, Renée! We were going to plan my costume--you know it!" protested Pat.
"Oh, Pat!" Renée's voice pleaded from the depths of the hall closet where she was hunting for her warm coat. "Oh, Pat--you wouldn't want me not to go! The poor thing!"
Pat was a little ashamed; however she did not want to show it--she cast an accusing look at old Elsbeth as though she was to blame.
"Well, I don't believe I'd leave you for any of the Kewpies, but I'll get along somehow!" and assuming the air of a martyr she started slowly back up the stairs.
"I'll get back as quickly as I can, truly, Patsy, so wait for me!" Pat paused in her ascent. "You're never going in that costume, are you?"
Renée had completely forgotten what she had on! However, she only laughed and buttoned the coat up closely about her throat.
"Oh, it won't make any difference! I'm ready, Elsbeth--let's hurry!"