away safely for me."

"I always leave things at a party, too," said Patty, looking
innocent. "I left my fan at Marie's last night. So I went there to-
day and got it."

"Well, I thought I'd better telephone, for so many girls leave
things and they get scattered or lost."

"Well, what did your telephoning have to do with Mr. Cameron?"

"I don't know; that's the queer part of it. Perhaps the wires were
crossed and he heard me talking."

"H'm," said Patty, "perhaps he did. When are you going to meet him,
Elise?"

"I don't know; but Marie says she'll have a few friends to tea some
day soon, and she'll ask him. She says it'll have to be a very small
tea, because he hates to meet people."

"Why doesn't she have just you two? I think it would be more
romantic."

"Oh, nonsense. This isn't romance. I think Mr. Cameron is a freak,
anyway. But it's all amusing, and I hope you'll be at the tea,
yourself, Patty."

"I will if I'm asked," said Patty.