'"
"Oh, you ARE a poet."
"I am a poet, but I didn't write that. However, it was only because
the other fellow got ahead of me."
"Who was he? Who wrote it?"
"I'll tell you Friday night. Come early, won't you?" "No; I always
get to a party late."
"Don't be too late. I want to play to you. And will you sing?"
"Mercy, gracious! I might go to a party without being invited, but I
can't SING without being asked. You tell Marie I'm coming, will
you?"
"You bet I will. What shall you wear?"
"What's your favourite colour?"
"Red."
"Red is becoming to brunettes; but I haven't any red evening gown.
How about yellow?"
"All right, wear yellow. I shall adore you in any colour."
"Well; perhaps I'll come, and perhaps I won't. Good-night."
Patty hung up the receiver with a sudden click, and Mr. Kit Cameron
was left very much in doubt as to whether the whole thing was a joke
or not.
CHAPTER VI
PRINCESS POPPYCHEEK
On the night of the musicale at Marie Homer's, her talented cousin
arrived long before any guests were expected.
"I couldn't wait, Aunt Frances," he said, as Mrs. Homer greeted him.
"I'm so impatient to see My Girl."
Kit had told the Homers of the telephone conversations, because he
was so anxious to find out his lady's name.
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