"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,