"Silly boy! How ridiculous you are!" she returned lightly, as she tossed her wraps over a chair and began to pull off her gloves.
Challoner went over to the photograph, picked it up and wheeling round said threateningly:—
"Did you put him in that frame?"
"I did," she answered sweetly. "I'm very domestic, you know," and she smiled one of her most bewildering smiles; "I always arrange these little things myself."
"And what did you do with mine?"
Letty looked dubious. She touched a button, and to the maid who entered asked with mock anxiety:—
"Patricia, what did you do with the half-tone of this gentleman that I gave you?"
The maid regarded first one and then the other somewhat curiously.
"It's in my room, Madam."
"With the other notables?" And Letty Love lifted her eyebrows. "Patricia's room is quite a picture-gallery," she went on gaily. "You may investigate it, if you like—no?" And dismissing the maid, went over to the piano and began to strum the refrain of a popular song.