sung it over the telephone, coquettishly, but without artificiality
or forced effect.

She scarcely dared look at Kit Cameron. A fleeting glance showed her
that he was probably at that moment the most nonplussed young man in
existence.

She looked away quickly, lest her voice should falter from
amusement.

Luckily, all the audience were regarding Patty attentively, and had
no eyes for the astonished face of Kit Cameron. He had taken no
special interest in the blonde singer, but when her first notes,
rang out he started in surprise. As the voice continued he knew at
once it was the same voice he had heard over the telephone, but he
couldn't reconcile the facts. He caught the fleeting glance she gave
him, he saw the roguish smile in her eyes, and he was forced to
believe that this girl was his dark-eyed unknown.

"The little rascal!" he said, to himself. "The scamp! the rogue! How
she has tricked me! To think she was Patty Fairfield all the time!
No wonder Marie didn't know whom I was talking about! Well!"

As the song finished no one applauded more enthusiastically than Kit
Cameron.

But Patty would not look toward him, and proceeded to sing as an
encore the aria she had intended to sing first.

She was in her best voice, and she sang this beautifully, and, if