  Such a clever and resourceful housekeeper as Adele Kenerley found no trouble in arranging a second dinner for half-past seven, although one had been served at six. Patty safely out of the way, Adele presided at the board with a light-hearted gaiety that surprised even her husband. Farnsworth, too, was in good spirits, though both the Kenerleys detected a roving eye and an alert ear that made them think he suspected, or at least hoped, that Patty was there. But he said nothing that indicated his thoughts except to ask on arrival if there were other guests. "As you see," said Adele. "But I'm flattering myself that you came this time just to visit the Kenerleys." "What more could one desire?" returned Farnsworth. And the conversation continued in a light and impersonal tone. Patty's name was mentioned, and innocently enough. Adele asked how she was. "Well, I trust," said Farnsworth. "I was at her house at a Sale affair, last night, and she was all right then. Very much all right. But today, I called up the house, and they said she had gone away. I don't know where." "And you thought she was up here! Oh, Big Bill, and I thought you came to see us!" Adele looked deeply chagrined. "I'm jolly glad to see you, Adele, but to be honest, that little Patty person has turned my head." "Truly, Bill?" "Very truly, Adele. It's one thing or the other with me now. I must find her and if she says me nay, I go back to Arizona for good and all. No more East for me." Jim Kenerley, catching the earnest note in Farnsworth's voice, had all he could do to keep from telling him then and there of Patty's presence under that same roof, but a decided head-shake from Adele restrained him. For Adele felt in honour bound to keep Patty's secret, unless the girl herself released her from her promise. As soon as she could, Adele excused herself and left the two men to smoke and chat together. She went to Patty's room, determined to find out the true state of affairs. But Patty was asleep, and so profoundly did she slumber that it seemed a shame to waken her. So the game went on. Adele went back downstairs, and the three friends spent a pleasant evening together. At bedtime Farnsworth declared his intention of leaving in the morning, and sure that he would do so, Adele hospitably urged him to remain till after dinner. To her surprise, he acquiesced, and said he would go down to New York on a late afternoon train. "Now, you have done it!" said Kenerley to his wife, after their guest had gone to his room. "I know it, Jim. It was all my fault! But I never dreamed he'd stay over so easily! Oh, if I'd only let him go on the morning train!" "We'll have to keep up the hide and seek." "Yes, and we can do it. Only it would have been so much easier the other way." "Perhaps Patty will relent." "Not she! If you had seen her eyes flash, when she spoke of him. She's desperately angry with him, for some reason. But tomorrow morning will be all right. And I'll plan the day. There'll be no trouble." Adele's clever managing made her words good. Patty had breakfast in her room, of course, and at nine o'clock, Farnsworth and the Kenerleys had their own morning meal. A pleasant affair it was in the sunny dining-room, and, without seeming to do so, Adele tactfully gave her guest an opportunity to depart, by saying that Jim had to go for a long trip in the motor. But Farnsworth said, "Good! I'll go along. Unless I'm in the way, old chap?" "Not at all," returned Kenerley, cordially, and that matter was settled. The two men left about eleven, and Adele went to Patty's room. "I'm all over my tired-outness," declared a very fresh-looking, rosy young person. "I've had my tub, and now I'm going to dress up and behave like a good citizen. You're a duck, Adele, to put up with a worn-out wreck, as I was yesterday, but now I'm myself again. I want to go for a motor ride, and for a walk, and eat a big luncheon, and come back to life, generally." "Good for you! And have you settled all the troublesome affairs that were bothering you?" "How did you know I had any?" "Now, don't confide in me unless you want to." Wily Adele knew the touch of perversity in Patty's make-up. "Oh, there's nothing much to confide. I got fearfully mad at Bill Farnsworth, and I ran up here to get away from him. That's the story of my life." "What was the bone of contention?" "Well, I suppose I was. Also, he was very rude and unmannerly. Also,—and this is why I hate him so,—he's suddenly grown rich, Adele, and he's terribly ostentatious about it——" "Bill Farnsworth ostentatious! I don't believe it!" "Yes, he is. He showed off big rolls of money at the Sale——" "But, Patty, he was buying things, wasn't he?" "I don't care if he was. And, besides, Adele, he—well, he implied, if he didn't say it straight out, that now he was rich, maybe I'd marry him! As if I was a fortune-hunter!" "Oh, Patty, you little goose! Bill has always been poor, or at least, he had only a moderate income. I can see how he would be glad if he had good fortune, to offer it to you. Poor Bill! You mistook his meaning, I'm sure." "No, I didn't, and I hate him, and I never want to hear his name mentioned again!" "Nor see him?" "Mercy, no! And now, drop the subject. I tell you I came up here to get away from him! He's in love with Daisy Dow, anyway." "What makes you think so?" "Oh, he's always with her. And he gave her some lovely books that he had bought on purpose for me! And, Daisy says things all the time that prove it. I don't want anything to do with another girl's rustic swain. That I don't!" "Just a minute, Patty. Do you really consider Bill a rustic,—uncultured, and all that, I mean?" Patty looked serious. "No, Adele, I don't. He hasn't a certain polish, that some men have, but he is a thorough gentleman and a splendid man. I must say that, in all honesty. But he is a domineering, head-strong nature, and he couldn't make any girl happy!" "Oh, couldn't he!" said Adele, but she said it to herself, not aloud. The subject was really dropped then, and Patty began to dress for luncheon. "I'm going to put on this white crÊpe de chine," she said. "I found it hanging in the wardrobe, left from last summer. I'd almost forgotten I had it. It's a pretty frock, isn't it?" "Yes. But, I grieve to state, Pattibelle, we'll be alone at lunch, you and I. Jim has gone miles off in the country, and won't be back before six or so." "Whatever for?" "Oh,—on some business." "Business! On Sunday?" "He's looking at a car he's thinking of buying. The man could only see him today." "Oh, well, all right. But I'll dress up anyway, for my own self-respect. I like myself better in a pretty gown, and I'm not going to take naps all day today, I can tell you." Patty flew around, making her toilette, and humming little snatches of song. Adele thought she had never seen her look so pretty. The white frock was soft and filmy; the round neck a trifle low, the frilled sleeves showing her dimpled arms, and a soft sash made of a breadth of palest pink silk, round the waist. "You're a dream!" declared Adele. "It's a shame to waste such a vision of beauty on me. I believe I'll telephone for Bob Peyton to come over to lunch." "No, don't. I'd rather not have him. I like to be alone with you much better. Ask him over for dinner, if you like." So the two lunched alone, and then came the difficult crisis. Patty flatly rebelled against Adele's suggestion that she take an afternoon nap to be fresh for the evening. "What's the matter with you, Adele?" she laughed. "Do you think I'm a dormouse? Or a bear who wants to hibernate? I'm as wide-awake as you are!" "It isn't that, Patty," and poor Adele was at her wits' end, "but you're really run down—er—nerve exhaustion, you know——" "Well, your nerve isn't exhausted! To make me go to bed by day,—all the whole time!" "Now, Patsy, don't be stubborn. Give me my way, this once. If you'll go to your room, and stay there and rest quietly till five o'clock, I won't say another word about your resting, while you're here. But you're—really,—you're so improved since you came, that I want to complete the cure. Scoot off, now, and then at five o'clock Jim will be back, and we'll have lots of fun." "It's nearly half-past two, now. Well, I don't see much else to do, so "I'll remember. Run along now, and don't show your face below stairs till five. Cross your heart?" "Yep. Cross my heart and hope to never! By-by." Patty ran upstairs and closed her room door behind her. Never really at a loss to entertain herself, she read some magazines, wrote two or three letters that had been long owing, and then mooned around looking out of her windows at the distant hills, bright with winter sunshine. She opened the long French window to the balcony and stepped out. It was snappily cold, so she went back long enough to catch up a wrap. The apple blossom kimono was the first thing she saw, so she slipped into it, and went out on the balcony. The bracing air was delightful, and she walked up and down, drawing long deep breaths of ozone. There was a low railing round the little balcony and Patty sat down on it. The ground was only about eight feet below her, for the house was built on a side hill, and the slope was abrupt. "I could almost lean down and pick violets," she mused, "if there were any to pick. But it's nowhere near spring, yet." She drew her wrap more closely about her and rose to go in the house again. "Well!" came in an explosive voice, just below her. Patty looked down and saw Farnsworth standing there, his face radiant with glad surprise. "Little Billee!" she exclaimed, impulsively leaning over the rail. "You! And I can't wait another minute! Jump!" Not pausing to think, impelled by his quick command, Patty stepped over the rail and jumped. Farnsworth caught her deftly in his arms just as her feet touched the ground, and held her there. "Look at me," he said, and his always musical voice had a ring in it The golden head, bowed against his broad chest, lifted a little, and Patty stood very still. It seemed to her that the end of the world had come—or the beginning,—she wasn't sure which. "Come," said Farnsworth, still with that glad, exultant note of triumph in his voice. He led her to the house, walking quickly and with springing step. Adele was in the hall as they entered. "Good heavens!" she said, helplessly, as she stared at them. "Adele," Farnsworth's words fairly rang out, "don't stop us. We're just getting engaged, and we want a few minutes alone." "I should say so!" and half dazed at the suddenness of the news, Adele opened the door of a little reception room, and let them in. Then she closed it, and ran hot haste to find Jim. A wood fire was blazing and Patty threw off the silk wrap. "Apple Blossom," said Farnsworth, as he took it from her, and tossed it over a sofa, "my Blossom girl!" |
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