"I don't feel a bit like reading," she thought to herself; "I do
hate to come home from a party so early. Of course I could write
some letters, but I don't feel like that, either. I feel like doing
something frisky."

She jumped up and turned on more lights. Then, chancing to see
herself in the long mirror, she bowed profoundly to the pretty
reflected figure, saying: "Good-evening, Miss Fairfield, how well
you're looking this evening. Won't you sing a little for us?"

Then she danced into the music-room, and sitting down at the piano,
sang a gay little song.

Then she sang another, and then looking over some old music she came
across the little song, "Beware," that she had sung over the
telephone to Kit Cameron. Naturally her thoughts turned to that
young man, whom she had almost forgotten, and she wondered if he had
met Elise yet.

"That was quite a jolly little escapade," she said to herself; "that
young man certainly thought I was a little black-eyed beauty, and
when he does see Elise, of course he'll think she's the one. I
believe I'll call him up and mystify him a little more. It's all
right, because I've really been introduced to him, and if he doesn't
remember me, _I_ can't help it! Probably he'll be out anyway; but
I'll have a try at it."

Returning to the library, Patty sat down at the telephone and called
up Mr. Cameron's number.