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Page 34
Mona began to see that coolness and splendour were rarely
compatible, but she was also beginning to see things as Patty saw
them, so she agreed. The girls had not dared to advise Aunt
Adelaide as to costume, for just so sure as they advised
something, that contradictory lady would be sure to insist on
something else.
"But I think I'd better coax her to wear that purple satin," said
Mona, "for if I don't, she'll surely put it on, and if I do, she
won't!"
"Wait and see," said Patty. "I took pains to hang her lavender
crepe de chine right in the front of her wardrobe, and I hope
she'll let her eagle eye light on that, and seek no further!"
"Patty, you're a born conspirator. I hope you'll marry a foreign
diplomat, and help him manage his international intrigues."
"Oh, I could manage the intrigues and the diplomat both, I
expect."
"I'm sure you could! Now, let's fly and get dressed. The Kenerleys
will come soon and I'm crazy to see Adele's darling baby."
Soon after, the girls going downstairs in their fresh, light
summer frocks, were much pleased to see that Patty's ruse had
succeeded. Aunt Adelaide was gracefully posed in a veranda chair,
wearing the lavender gown, a collar of fine old lace, and her
amethyst necklace. She looked gentle and charming, and seemed in
high good humour.
"I hope you like this gown," she said. "I hesitated a long time,
but finally chose it because it matched my necklace."
"It's lovely," said Patty, enthusiastically; "and it suits you
awfully well. Look, Mona, there they come!"
Another moment, and a rosy-cheeked young matron flew into Mona's
arms and greeted her after the most approved manner of reunited
school friends.
"You dearest old thing!" she cried. "You haven't changed a bit,
except to grow better looking! And, Mona, here's my husband,--Jim,
his name is,--but HERE'S the baby!"
A nurse stepped forward, bringing a mite of humanity, who was
laughing and waving her little fat arms, as if delighted to be of
the party.
"What an angel of a baby!" cried Mona, taking the smiling infant
in her arms. "And a solid angel too," she added, as the child
proved more substantial than she had appeared.
"Yes; she's nearly two years old, and she weighs exactly right,
according to the best schedules. She's a perfect schedule baby in
every way."
Then the small piece of perfection was handed over to what was
probably a schedule nurse, and general introductions followed.
Patty liked the Kenerleys at once. They were breezy and pleasant
mannered, and had an affable way of making themselves at home.
"Mona," said Mr. Kenerley,--"I shall have to call you that, for I
doubt if my wife has ever even mentioned your last name to me, and
if she has, I have forgotten it,--Mona, how long does one have to
be a guest at 'Red Chimneys' before he is allowed to go for a dip
in that tempting looking ocean I perceive hard by?"
"Oh, only about ten minutes," said Mona, laughing at his
impatience. "Do you want to go now, alone, or will you wait until
later? Some men are coming soon who would probably join you for a
swim. I expect Bill Farnsworth."
"DO you! Dear old Bill! I haven't seen him for years. But he's so
big, he'd take up all the surf,--I think I'll go on by myself. And
I know you girls have lots of gossip to talk over--so, I'll see
you later."
Jim Kenerley set off for the Galbraith bathing pavilion, easily
discernible by its ornate red chimneys, and Mona turned to have a
good old-fashioned chat with Adele.
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