Christine looked very sweet and smiling, in a pretty travelling
gown, but Patty carried her off at once and insisted that she get
into a house gown.
"The idea," said Patty, "of a hostess in a high-collared frock and
all her guests in evening dress!"
So Christine quickly changed to a little chiffon gown of pale green
and Patty tucked a pink rose in her hair and some more in her belt.
"Now you look like a bride," said Patty, nodding approval at her,
and leading her to a mirror; "look at that vision of beauty! Aren't
you glad I made you change?"
"Yes, ma'am," said Christine, in mock humility; "it's much better
so."
The evening was a merry one. They danced and they sang and they
chatted and finally they had the delightful supper that Patty had
ordered.
Christine, blushing prettily, took the head of the table, while
Gilbert Hepworth, with a proud air of proprietorship, sat at the
other end.
Patty, as guest of honour, sat at the right hand of her host.
"It has always been my aspiration," she said, with a beaming smile
at Christine, "to have a married friend to visit. I warn you,
Christine, I shall spend most of my time here. There's one little
nook of a bedroom I claim as my own and I expect to occupy it very
frequently.
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