There were two maids already installed, but Patty found plenty to do
in superintending matters, and she hadn't much more than completed
the decorations of the table, when the guests began to come.

"Isn't the apartment lovely?" exclaimed Mona Galbraith, as she went
through the rooms. "This music-room, or living-room, or whatever you
call it, is just dear! Who selected the furnishings?"

"Oh, Mr. Hepworth and Christine," said Patty; "two artists, you
know; of course the rooms ought to be beautiful. It is a lovely
place, and just the right setting for that darling of a Christine."

The whole merry crowd were assembled in the living-room, when the
bride and groom arrived. A shout of welcome went up from the young
people, and Christine was smothered in girlish embraces, while the
men vigorously shook Mr. Hepworth's hand, or clapped him on the
shoulder, in their masculine way of congratulation.

Christine looked very sweet and smiling, in a pretty travelling
gown, but Patty carried her off at once and insisted that she get
into a house gown.

"The idea," said Patty, "of a hostess in a high-collared frock and
all her guests in evening dress!"

So Christine quickly changed to a little chiffon gown of pale green
and Patty tucked a pink rose in her hair and some more in her belt.

"Now you look like a bride," said Patty, nodding approval at her,
and leading her to a mirror; "look at that vision of beauty! Aren't