"Won't Rosamond be surprised?" she smiled to herself, seeing the light in the windows which told that their rooms were occupied.
She found Rosamond wrapped in a sumptuous down quilt, sitting over the fire in a drowsy state, and she had to repeat the glorious news twice before her friend responded. Even then she was not as interested as Patricia had hoped.
"Yes, it's lovely," she said, slowly, "and I'm sure you'll have a good time. Do you mind getting out my night things? I'm awfully sleepy and I'm going straight to bed."
Patricia did as she was asked and then helped the heavy-lidded Rosamond to her rose-and-gold room, saying good-night a little coolly.
"She might have tried to wake up for such splendid news," she thought, a little dampened by this casual reception of her glad tidings.
The next morning Rosamond was still too sleepy and tired to rise and Patricia was afraid that she might be really ill. But she denied more than a slight cold—a "sleepy headache," as she called it—and asked to be left alone to sleep it out.
Patricia left her still in bed when she started to the studio in the afternoon, though she seemed almost herself again.
"Come in and tell me all about it the moment you get back," she called as Patricia left her.
And Patricia promised blithely.