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.