"
"Oh, wait a minute! I don't sing, but I do something better. Don't
ring off, just listen a minute."
Patty listened, and in a moment she heard a violin played softly. It
was played by a master hand, and she heard an exquisite rendition of
the "Spring Song."
"Beautiful!" she exclaimed, as the last notes died away, and then
suddenly realising that she herself was acting in a most
unconventional manner, she said abruptly, "Thank you; good-bye," and
quickly hung up her receiver.
For some time she sat thinking about it. Curled up in a big easy
chair, her blue silk boudoir gown trailing around her, she sat
giggling over her escapade.
"It's all right," she assured herself, "for of course I know who he
is, though he doesn't know me. He is Mrs. Homer's nephew, so it's
just the same as if I had met him properly. And, anyhow, he hasn't
an idea who I am, and he never can find out from the description he
has of me!"
Still giggling over the episode, Patty went to bed and to sleep.
The next morning, as she thought it over, she realised that she
hadn't succeeded in securing her fan, and she determined to go
around and see Marie that afternoon, and get it.
So that afternoon she went to make her call.
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