A masculine voice gave back a cheery "Hello!"

"Is this Mr. Homer?" said Patty.

"No, indeed. I'm Kit Cameron. Who are you, please?"

"Isn't this The Wimbledon apartment house?"

"It sure is."

"Isn't this 6483?"

"No, it's 6843. Please tell me who you are?"

A spirit of mischief entered into Patty. She knew this must be Marie
Homer's cousin, who lived on the floor above the Homers, and who,
Mrs. Homer had said, detested girls.

"But I have the wrong number," she said. "I didn't mean to call
you."

"But since you did call me, you must tell me who you are."

"I'm a captive princess," said Patty, in rather a melancholy tone.
"I'm imprisoned in the dungeon of a castle."

"How awful! May I get a squad of soldiers and come to your rescue,
oh, fair lady?"

"Nay, nay, Sir Knight; and anyway you do not know that I am a fair