"Not a big party," said Miss Homer, "just a dozen or so really
musical people to spend the evening. And I want you to sing, if you
will. My cousin will be there,--the one who plays the violin."
"I thought he detested society," said Patty, her eyes twinkling a
little.
"I don't know what's come over Kit," returned Marie, looking
perplexed. "He's been the funniest thing of late. He has some girl
in his mind--"
"A girl!" exclaimed Patty; "I thought he scorned them."
"Well, I can't make this out. It's awfully mysterious. I think I'll
tell you about it."
"Do," said Patty, demurely.
"Two or three weeks ago,--in fact, it was the day after my valentine
party,--Kit asked me which of my friends had telephoned me late the
night before. You know he lives in the apartment just above ours,
and it seems the wires were crossed or something, but he heard this
girl's voice, and now he insists he wants to meet her. I don't think
Elise Farrington has such a fascinating voice, do you?" "Elise!"
exclaimed Patty, in pretended surprise; "what has SHE to do with
it?"
"Why," explained Marie, "Elise did call me up that night, to say she
had left her scarf. But how Kit discovered that she was a red-
cheeked brunette, is more than _I_ can understand.
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