all right."

"No; Aunt Adelaide might think me a careless young person. I shall
get into a tidy frock, and appear before her properly."

"Well, go on and do it, then. I'll wait for you." Mona sat down to
wait, and Patty dropped into a chair before her dressing-table,
and soon twisted up her curls into presentable shape.

"I declare, Patty," Mona said, "the quicker you twist up that
yellow mop of yours, the more it looks like a coiffure in a
fashion paper."

"And, as a rule, THEY look like the dickens. But describe the
visitor to me, Mona."

"No; I'll let you get an unbiased first impression. Here's Janet,
now DO get dressed."

Except on occasions of haste, or elaborate toilette, Patty
preferred to dress herself, but she submitted to Janet's
ministrations, and in a few minutes was hooked into a fresh
morning dress of blue and white mull.

"On, Stanley, on!" she cried, catching Mona's hand, and dancing
out into the hall. "Where is the Calamity?"

"Hush, she'll hear you! Her rooms are just over here. She told me
to bring you."