"What happened?" the other two clamored. "Tell us about it! Was the circus nice?"
Patty nodded.
"The circus was charming—and so were the elephants—and so was Uncle Bobby. We had tea afterwards; and he gave me a bunch of violets and a box of candy, instead of the fairy book. He said he wouldn't be called 'Uncle Bobby' by anyone as old as me—that I'd got to drop the 'Uncle'—It's funny, you know, but he really seems younger than he did seven years ago."
Patty dimpled and cast a wary eye toward the faculty table across the room.
"He says he has business quite often in this neighborhood."
VIII
The Society of Associated Sirens
ONNY had gone home to recuperate from a severe attack of pink-eye. Priscilla had gone to Porto Rico to spend two weeks with her father and the Atlantic Fleet. Patty, lonely and abandoned, was thrown upon the school for society; and Patty at large, was very likely to get into trouble.