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Page 14
Mona met them at the door, and, directing that the luggage be sent
to Patty's rooms, she carried her visitor off to her own boudoir.
"Patty," she began, "I can't let you carry out that ridiculous
scheme! I'm going to telephone to the young people not to come."
"Haven't telephoned yet, have you?" enquired Patty, carelessly, as
she flung herself into an easy-chair, and made vigorous use of a
large fan.
"No; I waited to tell you. But I'm going to begin now," and Mona
lifted a telephone receiver from its hook.
"Oh, I wouldn't," said Patty, smiling at her hostess. "You see,
I've set my heart on having this party, and I'd hate to have you
upset it."
But, Patty, consider how--"
"Consider,--cow--consider! Well, my fair lady, I have considered,
and I must request you to hang up that telephone, and trust all to
me."
When Patty adopted this tone, playful but decided, Mona knew she
could do nothing with her. So she hung up the receiver, but she
still showed a troubled expression as she looked questioningly at
pretty Patty.
But that provoking young person only smiled at her, and slowly
waved her big fan.
"Awfully warm, even yet, isn't it?" she said. "What time is
dinner, Mona? I've a lot to do before that party of yours comes
off."
"I ordered dinner early, so we'd have time to dress afterward.
Come, Patty, I'll show you your rooms."
The two girls rose, and standing in front of Mona, Patty began to
smooth the lines from the other's brow, with her own finger tips.
"There there," she said; "don't worry. Trust all to Smarty-Patty!
She'll do the trick. And just turn up the corners of your mouth a
little, so!"
Patty poked her forefingers into Mona's cheeks till she made her
smile, and then Mona gave up.
"All right, Patty," she said. "I said you should have your own
way, and so you shall! Get Miller to chaperon us, if you want
to,--I won't say a word! Now, come on with me."
She led Patty across the hall to the suite of rooms prepared for
her. Like everything else at "Red Chimneys," it was on a far
grander scale than Patty's own home.
There was a boudoir, bedroom, dressing-room, and bath, all fitted
up in the prettiest, daintiest manner.
The ivory-tinted walls showed panels of rose-coloured brocade,
ornate with gilded decorations in Empire style. The marquetry
furniture and bisque ornaments carried out the scheme, and though
elaborate, the rooms were most attractive and comfortable.
Patty herself preferred simpler furnishings, but she knew that
Mona didn't, and she exclaimed with delight at the beauty of
appointments.
"It's out best suite," said Mona, complacently, "and I've had it
fixed up freshly for you."
"It's charming," declared Patty, "and I know I shall be very happy
here,--IF I can have my own way!" She smiled as she spoke, but she
was in earnest, too, for Mona was dictatorial by nature, and Patty
by no means proposed to be tyrannised over.
"You shall, Patty! All the time you are here, your word shall be
law in this house, both over the servants and myself."
"Oh, I can manage the servants," cried Patty, gaily. "I'm rather
good at that. Now, if I can only manage you!"
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