"Your maid?"
"My niece, Louise Merrick."
Patsy whistled, and then clapped her hand over her mouth and looked grave.
"Is she here?" she asked, a moment later.
"Yes, and your other cousin, Elizabeth De Graf, is here also."
"That's just the trouble," cried Patsy, energetically. "That's why I didn't want to come, you know."
"I don't understand you, Patricia."
"Why, it's as plain as the nose on your face, even if I hadn't pumped Mr. Watson until I got the truth out of him. You want us girls here just to compare us with each other, and pick out the one you like best."
"Well?"
"The others you'll throw over, and the favorite will get your money."