You might bring me a cup of
milk and a biscuit, and then give me a kimono. I'm not going to bed
just yet."
So Louise arranged everything just as Patty wanted it, and finally
went away.
"May as well be comfortable," said Patty, as she tucked herself into
a favourite big chair, with the telephone on a little stand beside
her. "I suppose I'll run up a fine bill for extra time, but, after
all, it's less extravagant than a good many other things. Wonder how
much they charge for overtime. I must ask Daddy."
With a smile of anticipation Patty picked up the telephone.
"Hello!" said Mr. Cameron's eager voice. "I thought you'd never
come. I've been waiting since ten."
"I've been to the opera," said Patty, nonchalantly. "And you've NO
reason to sit and wait for me! I'm not a dead certainty, like the
sunrise or the postman."
"You're more welcome than either."
"Now that's a real pretty speech. Are you a poet?"
"Only to you."
"Did you get the pictures?" Patty was unable longer to restrain her
impatience.
"Of course I got the pictures. I knew yours at once! You needn't
think you can fool ME."
"Which was mine? The girl with the black curls?"
"Mercy, no! I know you're not THAT type.
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