"What is it? I won't tell."

"Well, it's the funniest thing! That Mr. Cameron wants to meet me,
though he never has seen me."

"What!" exclaimed Patty, in astonishment. "Why does he want to meet
you?"

"I don't know, I'm sure. But he was at Marie's this morning, and
asked her if she knew any girl who was gay and merry and had a sweet
voice, and had dark hair and eyes and rosy cheeks. And Marie says
she knows he means me, and I think he does too! Isn't it exciting?"

"Yes," said Patty, drily. "But you don't sing much, Elise."

"Oh, of course I don't sing like you do, but I have a fairly decent
voice."

"But how mysterious it is. What does he know about you?"

"I don't know. It IS mysterious. He wouldn't tell Marie anything
except that he wanted to know the name of the girl he described; and
he said she must be friendly enough with Marie to call her up on the
telephone in the middle of the night."

"But did you do that?" asked Patty, who was really shaking with
laughter.

"Yes; I called her up last night after I got home from the party,
because I'd left my spangled scarf there, and I wanted her to put it