"Nonsense, thank your own sweet self. You well deserve the happiness
that has come to you. And now good-night, dear; I'll be over some
time to-morrow."

The laughing group went away, and as it had been planned, Mona took
Patty home in her car.

"I wish you'd go on home with me, Patsy," said Mona, as they rolled
along toward Patty's house.

"Can't possibly do it. I've a thousand and one things to look after
to-morrow morning."

"But it isn't late; really it's awfully early. And I'll send you
home early to-morrow morning."

"No, I mustn't, really, Mona. I have to look after some things for
the Happy Saturday Club, which it won't do to neglect. And I want to
run over to Christine's to-morrow morning, too. I have some things
to take to her."

"Do you know, Patty, I think they're an awfully humdrum couple."

"Who? The Hepworths? Oh, I don't think humdrum is the right word,--
they're just serious-minded."

"But Mr. Hepworth is so old and prosy, and Christine seems to me
just a little nonentity."

"Now, Mona, that isn't fair. Just because you are a frivolous-headed