But I've found out one thing, for certain.
You're NOT Miss Farrington."
"No, I'm not; but I never said I was."
"I know you didn't, but you told me you were a pretty brunette, with
poppy cheeks,--and Miss Farrington is that."
"Did I tell you I was PRETTY? Oh, I'm SURE I didn't!"
"You didn't have to. I know that myself. Now, if you'll keep still a
minute, _I_'D like to speak."
"If I can't talk, I may as well hang up this receiver, for I'm sure
I don't want to sit here and listen to you."
"Chatterbox! Now, listen; Marie is having a musicale next Friday
night, and I want you to come."
"Without an invitation!" Patty's voice sounded horrified.
"Yes;" impatiently. "Marie would invite you fast enough if she knew
who you were."
"Perhaps she HAS invited me."
"No, she hasn't; I saw her list. It's a small party, not more than
twenty. And I asked her about each one, and not one of the ladies
seemed to correspond to your description."
"Who's going to sing?" asked Patty, calmly.
"Only two ladies; a Miss Curtiss and a Miss Fairfield."
"Perhaps I'm one of those."
"No; I asked Marie, and she says Miss Fairfield is a pretty little
blonde, and Miss Curtiss is a tall, brown-haired young woman.
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