"I should have thought you might understand without my drawing you a diagram."
"Conventional stuff!" scoffed the girl. "How do you get that way? I'm coming anyway—Edna."
Edna Carroll laughed uncertainly. "I'm insane to let you. But I'd love to have you. What would your father think?"
"He's not going to think at all. We won't give him the chance. Will you ask me to your parties?"
"How do you know I give parties?"
"You're the kind that always draws people around them. Besides," added the shrewd Pat, "there's a violin and a clarinet on the piano. I don't suppose you play them all. And I'm mad about music."
"Inheritance," murmured Edna softly. She let her darkling glance rest on the piano bench where Ralph Fentriss had so often sat to make his music. "Very well. I'll ask you sometime."
She was as good as her word. It was there that Pat met Leo Stenak.