And Marie says
she knows he means me, and I think he does too! Isn't it exciting?"
"Yes," said Patty, drily. "But you don't sing much, Elise."
"Oh, of course I don't sing like you do, but I have a fairly decent
voice."
"But how mysterious it is. What does he know about you?"
"I don't know. It IS mysterious. He wouldn't tell Marie anything
except that he wanted to know the name of the girl he described; and
he said she must be friendly enough with Marie to call her up on the
telephone in the middle of the night."
"But did you do that?" asked Patty, who was really shaking with
laughter.
"Yes; I called her up last night after I got home from the party,
because I'd left my spangled scarf there, and I wanted her to put it
away safely for me."
"I always leave things at a party, too," said Patty, looking
innocent. "I left my fan at Marie's last night. So I went there to-
day and got it."
"Well, I thought I'd better telephone, for so many girls leave
things and they get scattered or lost."
"Well, what did your telephoning have to do with Mr. Cameron?"
"I don't know; that's the queer part of it. Perhaps the wires were
crossed and he heard me talking."
"H'm," said Patty, "perhaps he did.
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