"Beware, take care, she is fooling thee."

Although she did little more than hum it, Mr. Cameron was greatly
impressed with her voice.

"By jove!" he exclaimed. "You CAN sing! Now, I can find you easily.
There are not many voices like that in this wicked world."

"Do you sing yourself? But I don't want to know, I haven't the least
interest in a stranger, and besides, I'm going to ring off now."

"Oh, wait a minute! I don't sing, but I do something better. Don't
ring off, just listen a minute."

Patty listened, and in a moment she heard a violin played softly. It
was played by a master hand, and she heard an exquisite rendition of
the "Spring Song."

"Beautiful!" she exclaimed, as the last notes died away, and then
suddenly realising that she herself was acting in a most
unconventional manner, she said abruptly, "Thank you; good-bye," and
quickly hung up her receiver.

For some time she sat thinking about it. Curled up in a big easy
chair, her blue silk boudoir gown trailing around her, she sat
giggling over her escapade.

"It's all right," she assured herself, "for of course I know who he
is, though he doesn't know me. He is Mrs. Homer's nephew, so it's
just the same as if I had met him properly. And, anyhow, he hasn't