CHAPTER IX
ROSAMOND'S FRIEND
Patricia kept her promise. She ran upstairs to the pretty rooms in Artemis Lodge with such a radiant face that Rosamond, who was sitting up trying to get interested in a magazine story, laid down the book with a sigh of relief.
"You've had a wonderful time, I know," she said expectantly. "Throw your things on the couch and tell me all about it."
Patricia complied joyfully. "Do you want to hear every scrap, just as it happened," she asked, "from beginning to end?"
"From the very beginning to the very end," nodded Rosamond.
"Well, then, I hustled over to the studio," Patricia told her, "and found them waiting for me. Elinor looked as sweet as ever and Bruce, of course, was just as he should be. We took the car to the hotel and just as we were going in, a violet-man pushed his tray right in front of me, and I must have looked at it pretty hard, for Bruce bought me the dearest duck of a bunch with cords and tassels on it. And, of course, that made me feel better still, for my suit isn't terribly gay, you know, having been selected when I was expecting to spend the whole winter in the country."
"Was Elinor wearing her gray furs?" asked Rosamond with critical interest.
Patricia nodded. "And her amethyst velvet," she said, with appreciation of her friend's fondness for such matters. "She has the sweetest hat to go with it, too, and she looked lovelier than anyone there. Norn is the dearest thing, and I believe she's so pretty because she's so good."