was left alone in the music-room.

He played some soft, low music for a time, and then Marie came in.

"You're an old goose, Kit," she remarked, affectionately, "to think
that mysterious girl of yours will be here to-night. There isn't
anybody who knows me well enough to come without an invitation, that
I haven't already invited. I've added to my list of invitations
until it now numbers about thirty, and that's all the really musical
friends I have. If this girl of yours sings as well as you say,
she's probably a soubrette or a chorus girl."

"Nothing of the sort!" Kit exclaimed. "She's the sweetest,
daintiest, refinedest, culturedest little thing you ever saw!"

"How do you know? You haven't seen her."

"No, but I've talked with her. I guess I know." And Kit turned
decidedly sulky, for he began to think it WAS rather doubtful about
his seeing his girl that evening.

And then the guests began to arrive, and Mr. Kit put on a smiling
face and made himself agreeable to his cousin's friends.

Patty came among the latest arrivals. She looked her prettiest in a
filmy gown of pale-blue chiffon, with touches of silver embroidery.
An ornament in her hair was of silver filigree, with a wisp of pale-
blue feather, and her cheeks were a little pinker than usual.

Kit glanced at her as she came in, and, though he noticed that she